Could it be God's way of thanking us for the work we do here? I think so. This was absolutely, without a doubt, THE VERY BEST SAFARI I COULD HOPE TO WITNESS . . . BREATHTAKING, again, and again, and again . . .
For me it is the giraffe which represent true, wild Africa . . . That, and of course the twelve elephants we saw out our backdoor at camp . . . not in a preserve, not a park, but in the wild, in our backyard . . . spectacular!
A pride of what grew before our very eyes to be ten lions captivated us for almost two hours . . . and rested less than sixty feet from our car . . . Did you know that the stripes of a baby zebra are brown and that a herd can take over an hour to cross in front of your gari (car)? And gazing down into the crater itself? BREATHTAKING!!!!!!!!
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| Twelve elephants grazing in our backyard . . . WOW! |
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| This close!! |
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| Katy spotted the only elephant we saw in the crater . . . the rest were waiting for us at home! |
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| TWO ANGRY HIPPOS . . . |
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| Katy, Bibi Pat, myself and Mathilde - a safari we will never forget! |
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| The pride is startled by a roar from Baba Kubwa Hasira . . . Angry Big Daddy! |
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| And the cubs distance themselves from an angry patriarch . . . |
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| An interloper is frightened away and things settle again . . . final count TEN lions! |
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| And those? Ostrich butts . . . yup, ostrich!! |
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| And nature's circle closes with the remains of an elephant . . . |
