Collected Moments of Survival

I am not sure when my fascination with Vultures started as I have always been an avid admirer of the feathered species without becoming a die-hard birder. I do remember a roadkill incident some twelve odd years ago on the Bulawayo Road heading back to South Africa. Perched atop the carcass was a victorious looking fiend who was warding off all others with his beak and talons. A spectacular sight and sadly at the time, my trusty old Canon A1 with its short 125mm lens proved completely inadequate to the task. Since then I have scoured the Southern African landscape for “good” vulture pics to no avail and when, last year, I finally was heading for the Masai Mara I knew my time had come. The general look of disbelief on the face of my driver/guide when I said I had come to photograph the vultures was enough for me to know that I was in for a treat. Wilson, the guide, derisively scoffed at my request and said that there was plenty of that but wasn’t I there for the “crossings”?  Durin...