I am a master of camouflage.
Blink and I’ll have vanished.
My stripy suit may make you think
that I have been banished
from the savanna to some jail,
but I’m still standing here.
Can you see me blending so well?
“Poof,” and I disappear.
Taken in June of 2017 at Mosi-oa-Tunya National Park in Zambia
Taken in June of 2017 in Chobe National Park
Taken in April of 2017 at Chobe National Park
Taken in June of 2017 in Chobe National Park, Botswana
Taken in June of 2017 in Mosi-oa-Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park
Impala — you can tell by the “M” on their backsides
Baby in a tree
Gazelle (I think a Puku Gazelle, but I’m no expert.)
Water Monitor
Warthog
Baboon, mother and baby
Cape Buffalo
Taken in April of 2017 in Mosi-oa-Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park; Zebra
Taken in April of 2017 in Mosi Oa Tunya (Victoria Falls) National Park
Chobe National Park, Botswana
I heard a person — looking at a solitary zebra — say, “That is horrible camouflage! How is it not extinct?”
The answer is found by looking at zebras in a group. When they run in a herd, it becomes impossible for a predator to distinguish one from another. Heads merge with hindquarters merging with a shoulder. They become an amorphous monochromatic cluster with nothing to bite onto.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 