While driving along Kiserian-Isinya Road, a huge Eland jumped over our Land Rover. It came out of the bushes with speed, I hit the brakes and steadied for impact but the massive bull rose up and dropped on the other side and continued trotting.
My earliest memory of giraffes as a child is of tall, arrogant, condescending, but beautiful giants. Of all the wild animals that we interracted with and admired, the giraffe never lacked colour. First, it stands still and stare down at you as you approached. The huge males would let us get as close as possibleContinue reading “Memories: Before Giraffes Left the Rangelands”