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.
Which they found in the form of dog food and spilt cooldrink, Sambucca and the teenagers being their generous suppliers.
I flew 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)