Whilst in the Serengeti for the Great Migration, many wildebeest don't make the crossings. However, many zebras don't either. Sadly, we came across a zebra that tore his stomach against the rocks and collapsed on the bank. On our return, we saw about 50 vultures circling the area. We waited a little longer and one by one, they appeared. As first, very hesitant. Fully aware of their pecking order they all seemed falbergasted by such a find. Nothing to scavenge here; only a feast awaited.
From the White-backed, to the Ruppell's and Griffons, Lappet-faced vultures and the Marabou storks...within the hour... there were over a hundred. Fighting, pecking, eating, standing, flying, staring... the chaos around the stripes was a meal fit for a King.
This series truly highlights the gluttony of the scavenger; dirt, dust, and blood.
