Unbelievable and true. Mr. Flop, as most of you know, was an old, wild zebra, banished from the main herd, who with a special, loyal companion I named Finely because of her delicate pattern of stripes, made his home in our camp. He was last seen in November of 2011. Since then our local herd has grown to over 45 individuals and during the past several months, a small, rebel group of 6, one of them less than a year old, has ‘moved into camp’. Just as Flop used to do, they graze around the sleeping tents all night and feed freely on the fringe of camp during the day, unconcerned with the noise and business of our bustling lives just thirty feet away.
The other day Philip noticed a distinctive mark on the stallion’s back, so I checked my photos – sure enough it’s a match! Flop sired a son who has carved off a number of females from the main resident herd and moved them into camp just has his father had done years earlier. What extraordinary behavior! Mr. Flop’s family lives on in our camp, and we couldn’t be more thrilled!!!