When the sun sets behind the acacia trees and the last visitors leave the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, the sanctuary exhales. The savanna softens: leaves rustle, insects chirp, and baby elephants settle into sleep.

In dimly lit stables, orphaned elephants — some just months old — curl beneath blankets. Their ears twitch, trunks drape over bedding, and soft snores replace the day’s energy. But they are not alone.

Beside each calf sleeps a dedicated keeper, men who feed and comfort them through the night. When a baby cries, they rise quietly to warm milk bottles, whispering gently in the dark.

“It’s like having my own children again,” one keeper says.

The youngest calves need milk every three hours. Some wake their keepers by brushing trunks across faces or tugging blankets. Years ago, keepers even slept on hay beside them.

Many elephants arrive grieving — victims of poaching or drought. Keepers become their family, offering safety, scent, and love.

“They need to feel someone is there,” a caretaker says softly.

At dawn, the nursery wakes with trumpets and playful nudges. Exhausting, yes — but seeing an orphan thrive and return to the wild makes every sleepless night worth it.

Because love, after all, is the first step toward healing.