We also got to see a kingfisher, swooping in for the (well-staged) kill. And I enjoyed these guys all in a row:
After, we had a picnic in a spot where giraffe had been munching earlier (note the artiste, struck by sudden inspiration, is about to abandon food in favor of crayons):
As we were leaving, we couldn't help but notice a little bit of a ruckus amongst the zebra and buffalo, in fact, the ruckus was such that we didn't think we should continue to drive:
After the stampede passed by, a few zebras left behind were quite literally belly-up, feet twitching in the air. Once we noticed the Kenya Wildlife Service rangers walking around, we ruled out the possibility of lions in the area and, naturally, got out to investigate. On rare occasions, I really love how the safety/lawsuit craziness that so permeates US culture has very little foothold here. We got the up close and personal view of KWS tranquilizing and moving these zebras to another locale:
When I made conversation with the other tourist couple in the photo above, I was especially glad there hadn't been a lion. That adventuresome couple are 85 years old if they are a day. They wouldn't have stood a chance with a lion. (Flash forward: I hope that's me and Andrew 50 years from now! On safari, that is, not facing down a lion.) A guy who had been horseback riding, from a nearby lodge, jumped in to help. Much like my dad at our local mechanic when he was here visiting, this is not an every-day developed world experience:
Let me tell you, that zebra was HEAVY. Makes me wonder how they manage the elephants.
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