I was greeted with another magical African dawn and the sun had hardly left the horizon when the clouds drifted in.
I was hoping to pick up on the wild dogs again, but no luck there.
The game had all moved onto the airstrip where the grass had recently been mown. They were all desperate to get out of all that tall grass.
Zebra and wildebeest were all bunched together, but with me being there, the wildebeest moved off in single-file. It was rather humorous to watch this little zebra foal and his mom standing to attention as the parade marched on by.
And then the drizzle came down and I left it at that spending the rest of the day office bound.
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