Our guide, Meshak, a local Masai. He knew the birds cold. Also, my two safari-mates from the UK, who were on their honeymoon. When I got married, my wife and I went to Niagara Falls--ugh.
A large bull elephant, who appeared to be asleep. I love this savanna habitat. Visibility is fantastic.
We saw two wildebeest picked off by crocs, which grab wildebeest from beneath as they are swimming the muddy river. The mammal is pulled under the water, where it drowns.
A croc lying by the side of the Mara River. You could see a couple of dozen crocs at any one time during migration. The mammals always cross at particular sites along the river that are conducive to jumping into the water and getting out in one piece on the other side. And that is where the crocs congregate. Everyone seems to know what the game is about.
I always thought that the Iron Man competition should occur right here. If you can swim to the other side and back, and survive, you win.
Some of the "winners", making it to the other side. There are mostly wildebeest here, but you can see at least one zebra in the mixed group.
A warthog peeks out from behind a tree.
The colorful women of a Masai village.
The dead zebra had not even been fed upon yet. I think the lionesses were simply too tired and too hot to eat.
A Defassa waterbuck, one of many species of antelope found on the Mara.
Wildebeest, as far as the eye can see.
I will never forget the two days I spent in the Masai Mara, and I hope to return one day soon. North America once had a wildlife spectacle similar to the incredible phenomenon of East Africa, when bison were numerous and migrated across the plains of the Western U.S. That wonder of the animal world ended in the 1870s. Let us hope that the large mammal populations of Africa remain viable for generations to come.