Day 3 - We got on the boat at 6am and continued our search for Wavelength and his harem. We spotted Cyclops and a couple of the mares but we did not see the Mare, foal nor Wavelength anywhere. We gave up and went to the main watering hole where we found the larger herd of about 30 horses doing what horses do, eating, sleeping and playing. So of what we learned here was how they dig these holes to get drinking water, among other things.
Later that day when we were scouting around we found everyone!! Cyclops had taken over the herd and Wavelength again was fighting with all he had to get them back. This time we found all the horses at the "sand pit", which was just that - a huge sand pit. They ran in and out, up and down, all around its perimeter over and over again. It was obvious that Wavelength had lost much weight and was lame. He could not go on much longer.
Later that night we saw that Wavelength had to retreat as Cyclops took over control of the herd. We all felt heart-broken as we watched Wavelength, battered, lame and torn, turn away and walk off alone. At times he came so close to us, as if asking for our help - we could all see it in his eyes, but there was nothing we could do, this is truly survival in the wild.