I saw 22 lions on our full day’s game drive - but this scene remains most poignant.
We missed the hunt. The thrill of the chase was now gone and the only thing left to do was devour the prize. The kill had been well divided by the four lions, and the one closest to us had his paws and face covered in blood. We tried to guess what animal they’d killed till we saw it - a tiny, striped leg. It was a baby zebra. And that ladies and gentlemen, is the wild.
To see what the lions were staring at, wait for tomorrow’s post.