We bumped along the red laterite track in the Nissan pickup, in an area which was swarming with kob. Every now and then, we would slow down and stop at the sight of beautiful golden bodies, glowing in the warm light from the setting sun.
Every time, the antelopes stared back at us, with eyes and ears which said "Look, there's a predator - let's watch him till he goes away". In such a way would antelopes elsewhere in Africa gaze at a lion , the gaze showing that the ambush had failed and that easy flight was available if the distance became threatening.
A pity that our gaze of admiration can be no different to the kob than the pitiless stare of a predator.
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