"Ask and you shall receive" seems to be the Mara's message to me this week. For almost a month I've listened with envy as both guests and guides have returned to camp to regale me with tales of the most extraordinary river crossings that momentarily had me wondering if I may be cursed.
I’ve never been one to speak things into existence, but after airing my desire to see a river crossing, the universe responded post-haste and it was absolutely incredible.
I watched as a thunderous cloud of hooves and horns approached over a distant hillside, engulfing the landscape like a writhing blanket before these seemingly ungainly beasts blasted past me with an almost palpable urgency.
Their anxious energy mixed with swells of dust as we were quickly enveloped by the sounds of exhausted snorting and uneasy stomping. The universe didn’t just grant me my wish, it did it in style.
The momentum pushed them forward - they contemplated for only mere moments before the first brave soul took the plunge. And then it was game on. And on. And on. It seemed we would never see the end of the herd until at last only one was left.
What had been a successful crossing looked like it would end in tragedy as one wildebeest struggled feebly to find solid footing in the deep waters. By sheer luck the drifting current brought it close to the river bank where it clambered to safety.
And the universe wasn’t done just yet. As I later sat watching the very well-fed Owino pride snooze (as lion tend to do in the middle of the day), I joked about how quickly things would change should one random wildebeest stumble across the scene.
And again, the Mara obliged. Just as we decided to leave, a lone wildebeest did indeed make an appearance. A lioness immediately snapped to attention.
It was over so quickly. By the time the wildebeest realised he was a target and attempted to flee, the lioness was already bearing down on him. One critical error – a leap to the left instead of the right – and he was in her clutches. Game over.
Because they were still full from an earlier kill, the cubs spent their time doing what most of us were told not to do as children and instead played with their food.
Though I spent more time in camp this week, Mother Nature was still determined to answer all my requests; this time the reptilian kind. Although I’m deathly afraid of snakes, I have really wanted to see some up close.
The first was a cobra enjoying the day’s ebbing warmth, much to the chagrin of the hyraxes that live in and among the rocky outcrop it had chosen as the ideal sun-bathing site. He slithered away just as I begun to take pictures.
The second was a gorgeous spotted bush snake that let me get closer than I expected him too. I never thought I’d be one to call a snake pretty, but this willowy and emerald creature certainly was.
Not all of the Mara’s offerings this week were what I asked for but they were certainly what I needed – zebra delighting me as only they can.
Another week gone by in the beautiful plains of the Mara – now what should I ask for next week?
This time two years ago, it wasn’t just the wildebeest that spotted the Mara landscape. These giraffe gracefully made their way across the plains that they call home all year round.
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