Last weekend i went on safari, to Masai Mara national reserve, and I thought I should write about this!
The whole weekend was great fun; it was a nice group - that filled the safari van - and we laughed and joked as we could. The reserve was stunning, vast and game plenty. But one scene really made an impression - for us all I think - the chase and killing of a deer before our eyes and ears.
Over maybe fifteen minutes, we watched as three cheetahs made a killing trap for a small herd of deer, around the place they were grazing. You began to feel a dreadful certainty of death - that for one of the herd, time was coming to an end, never would they graze again forever
As the plan was executed, one cheetah bounding at the pack, now startled and scattering, a single deer steered into the path of the other two cheetahs, it was in that deer’s desperate struggle - the swerve and fall, every sinew next squirming to regain footing, then a short dart forward only for a second, surely fatal, fall, and this time a terrible, fateful groan, and yet further efforts in vain even as its flesh was torn from its body - that there was uncovered a fear of death that is the condition of life.
The impression left were this killing made space for thought; contemplating that, even as they peacefully and idyllically graze, these animals - zebra, impala, and giraffe - face the never-ending presence of danger. And how the delicate balances between predator and prey, resource and effort make up a system of life on the plains; the life we come to celebrate, marvel and endlessly snap pictures of!
Am looking forward to the next safari!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!