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A consumate storyteller, Combes shared this story, "Driving
along a dusty track in Nakuru National Park at 7 o’clock
one morning, out of the corner of my eye I caught a slight movement
in the grass, a shape which broke the pattern of undergrowth
some ten yards in. I pulled to a halt and we waited, trying not
to be typical tourists, hoping the lions would accept and ignore
our presence. After about 15 minutes, we were rewarded when the
lioness rose and rubbed her face against the male’s side,
then crouched back down in front of him, glancing invitingly
over her shoulder and lashing her tail from side to side. He
obliged, and with the accompaniment of ferocious growls, the
act was over seconds later. The lioness rolled onto her back
in an apparent display of satisfaction, the big male flopped
down in the grass, his face resuming the look of extreme boredom." |