Kenya’s Elephants - One last elephant story..... In 1977 when Kenya officially abolished trophy hunting the country’s elephant population was 250,000 animals. During the last official 2015 census, the population was estimated at 23,000. So what caused this dramatic population reduction? The greatest factors include population growth, drought and poaching.
During this 40 year period Kenya’s population has increased 7 fold. This has lead to habitat loss and a higher frequency of human-wildlife conflict.
Most of northeast Africa has also experienced several multi-year drought cycles which has challenged the survival of most herbivores in the ecosystem.
Lastly, ivory poaching rages on despite significant efforts to control the problem. Poverty, greed and funding from organized crime all fuel ivory demand. By the time tusks from one elephant reaches the black market it can fetch $100,000. There is significant incentive at all levels of the supply chain to perpetuate ivory trade.
This is not simply a Kenyan story, it is an African story. Let’s be aware and help when we are able. #masaimara#kenya#elephants#elephant#wildlifeplanet#canoncanada#wildlife#wildlifeonearth#africananimals#wildlifephotography#bbcearth
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