Seronera, Serengeti. August 2016
It was as amazing and horrible as watching a snail crawling on the harp side of the knife.
It's
a little puddle of water in Seronera-
Serengeti, downstream from the Yellow Bark Acacia where the Marabu storks
gather for their overnight stay. Anyone who's been in Serengeti more than ones can recognize the place
even without knowing its real name.
It's a little puddle of water, or so I thought while passing near every single safari in Serengeti. Little did I know about its depth.
It's a little puddle of water, or so I thought while passing near every single safari in Serengeti. Little did I know about its depth.
In
a normal year this time in August I should be guiding in Kenya. But the
security situation in Kenya and the travel warning that we have in Israel over it,
brought me to Tanzania with an excellent team of Matembezi driver guides and an
excellent group of clients from Geographical Tours.
In
a normal year this time in August I should be driving along the Mara river,
looking for crossings of Gnus and Zebras over the river. Looking for exactly
what Serengeti has offered us in one unbelievable morning of safari.
It's
a tricky season in Serengeti. It's very dry and dusty and the big migration of
Gnus and Zebras are up north by the Kenyan border or beyond it in Masai Mara.
We were almost tempted to go there but we didn't think our group would appreciate
the long drive so we stayed in central Serengeti, knowing we shell at least see
a lot of cats.
We had already spent quite a long time with a friendly Cheetah early morning and a group of Hippos that were trying hard to keep themselves wet in their poor pool, when we came by this puddle of water and we only stopped to watch the Zebras drinking.
We had already spent quite a long time with a friendly Cheetah early morning and a group of Hippos that were trying hard to keep themselves wet in their poor pool, when we came by this puddle of water and we only stopped to watch the Zebras drinking.
One
young Zebra looked as if it was stuck in the mud and in the beginning it looked
like the rest of the Zebras with their fear ad excitement pushed it deeper into
the mud. But it wasn't mud at all. The real reason jumped out of the water to
try and pull the Zebra deeper.
Only
when realizing the full size of the Crock did I realized the depth of the water
and of what we are about to capture in our cameras. A rare opportunity in did. I had lived for almost 6 years by the most busy crossing point over the Mara River and I had never seen something like this.
And
then the water was quiet for a while and we started to realize what we had just
witnessed.
Every
kill I ever saw and defiantly this one, reminds me of
something I once read that can explain exactly how it feels to watch the full
process.It was as amazing and horrible as watching a snail crawling on the harp side of the knife.