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.
You have an amazing blog. Somehow, it warms up my otherwise frigid day.
This one was particularly heart warming. I’m not sure why… in part because of the commentary you add, and I guess, because of the all the new babes.
You are very creative and melt my heart with the little ones.
Thank you for sharing such inspiring footage.
Just love your wonderful blog…can you tell us how old the little foal is?
Foal is about 2 weeks old. Amazing how they can talk at such a young age.