Lions lying low, mane ruffled, play suspended - then silence… the eddies of wind blow away the hoofmarks of wildebeest, gazelle, impalas, zebras… then, another order of mammal altogether arrives. It’s through the ground below your feet that you feel their advance..closer & then at the same time as their smells and noises envelope you…a mix of crushed herbs, of dung and cinnamon…supple but powerful, a trumpeting column, they move across, right in front of you, making tracks under the green contrasting shade of the acacia
You can’t count…how MANY went past you?? 60, 80, may be many more ... it seems that their regal trek would never stop. This is the elephant - an true, deep emotion.
But the herd moves on and in the evening light, fear, like an electric charge, shivers down the spine: two or three hundred gazelles out on the plains, the males with horns held proud and eyes ever watchful, circle around the herd, trying to scent danger in the wind as the females bound and turn crazily, starting and quivering like grass in the wind…
The lioness bounds after a target, animals scatter anywhere they can – no matter where...then calmer - until the next attempt