As we approached, we could tell that this must the place: the trees were full of buzzards patiently waiting, and a number of vehicles were parked together on the edge of the dirt road, somewhat off the main drag. We parked among them and looked over toward the trees, hoping to see the lion kill that our safari guide had been told about. Approximately 50 yards away, a zebra was laying on its side.
Its head moved. “It’s still alive!”, I cried. No, the carcass was reacting to being yanked from behind by the huge crocodile, who evidently wanted to drag it to a more secluded spot where he could be more comfortable with his stolen booty.
However, the zebra was too heavy. Soon, the crocodile gave up on the idea of moving the carcass and started to eat from the hind quarters near the tail.
Someone saw a lion…
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