This morning on my stoep there was a bewilderbeast migration across the plains. In miniature.
As time passed they grew in numbers. They trudged across the barren surface seeking water and new grazing. I decided to follow the migration.
Soon they found grazing and drink in the form of dog food and spilt cooldrink, Sambucca and my teenagers being their generous suppliers.
I flew low over the cooldrink waterhole.
In these waterholes lurk mini-crocodiles, ready to pounce and have them some mini-wildebeast beef. Probably. I’m guessing.
Maybe I should set up a webcam?
stoep – veranda; patio
Sambucca – fierce guard-Labrador; part greyhound for a brief minute once a day when I get home; Here seen on her way to the gallows (or a hairbrush and de-ticking)