The first herd of animals we encountered upon entering the Mountain Zebra National Park consisted of Springbuck grazing on the yellow grass under a scowling sky. Note the youngster, almost encircled by adults, on the far right of the photograph.
The wind was already blowing strongly across the plains, plucking at the hair on the hides of the springbuck and fanning around their tails. The animals mostly stood with their backs to the wind.
As the wind whistled past us and picked up carpets of dust from the road, the youngster seemed to eye it curiously. Its ears still look a little large for its head and it wasn’t all that steady on its feet – although that could be blamed on the wind, the force of which was probably strongest at its height.
On a different day another youngster – this time with tiny horns – sought shelter from the strong wind on the plateau by lying down in the dry grass.
Yet another youngster nuzzled its mother for a drink.
At the end of the day, the softening light from the setting sun cast a golden hue over these springbuck nibbling the grass before dark.