The African plains are a dangerous place. Lured by fresh green grass shoots in a drought ridden environment, this young gazelle had wandered away from the watchful eye of its mother into the hands of a hungry baboon. The death was unceremonious and postponed – baboons are one of the species that choose to eat its prey alive. First they gore the carcass to stun it, then they feast on the entrails, starting at the rear of the animal, leaving the prey very much alive. The scream of this young gazelle could be heard above the roar of the vehicle engine – this was the first time in Africa that we’d ever heard screams of protest during a kill.
We are often asked if it’s hard to watch…it’s not pleasant, but it’s Africa at its most raw and that’s the reality of life on the plains.
The circle of life is never more apparent than in Africa…one gazelle dies, another is born.
This post is the third in the series “Memories of the Maasai Mere” and is an extract from the Taraji Blue book “Memories of the Maasai Mara” …
Privileged to spend eight nights in the Maasai Mara in October 2009, we relished the opportunity to revisit our land of dreams.
Ever since our first visit to Kenya in 2005 we’d fallen in love with the continent and had longed to return. For four years we’d played our Africa CDs daily and viewed our photos longingly, anticipating the day we would return. Back in 2009 we had our chance…
Each morning we bounded out of our beds and into the wilderness, eager and hopeful of what the day would bring. We owe much of our success to the fantastic guides and staff of the Kicheche Bush Camp, Mara Safari Club and David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, who we cannot praise enough and to whom we long to return.
It is through our experiences and time in Kenya that we tell, and re-live, our memories of this amazing continent, and above all, of the Maasai Mara.