Day 2
Our first stop was the Masai village. We were treated to songs and dances by the villagers.
The rhythmic tunes and dancing without the benefit of karaoke or tracks in full throated deep voices told of ancient tales of people at one with nature. They showed us how to make fire from flint, took us around the round of huts. the women of the village had speedily laid out colourful wares made of beads, clay, ivory, wood, leather for us to view or purchase. After the colourful interaction and a bit of shopping we continued with our game drive. 
Next, we encountered the highlights of our trip. The guide led us to a location where lions had recently been spotted. Before us was a pride with their kill, a breathtaking sight. Two lionesses were near the carcass while a third was feeding on it. A fourth lioness bravely kept a pack of hyenas at bay.
The hyenas would retreat momentarily, only to regroup and come back at the lioness driving them away. Occasionally, another member of the pride would join the fight against the hyenas. The scene included at least six lionesses, around twenty hyenas, and a male lion in the distance, having already eaten his fill. It was both fascinating and awe-inspiring.
Lunch at the Mara
The guide Peter then led us to a lone tree right in the middle of the Savannah and set out a table and cutlery for lunch. We had a Kory Bustard for company, strutting about, a herd of elephants and giraffes on the horizon, ostriches in the distance, spreading their wings, pecking, trotting about and of course swarms of butterflies, sparrows, finches around.
The desert date tree which provided our canopy dots the landscape. Mara in Swahili also means spots. the date trees scattered around apparently make it look like a spotted land! However, there were not really that many of them in our sojourn into the mara. They were few and far between.
Other than the animals, we kept a look out for birds as much as possible. We are not professional travellers, and as such did not have any cameras or binoculars with us. Peter lent us his binoculars at times. Luggage restrictions meant we didn’t carry ours. I feel binoculars are necessary even if not cameras. There are plenty of beautiful photos available online but one can really watch the habits, pick out birds and animals from a distance through field glasses. I guess there's FOMO at work here!
The long-tailed widow bird travelled with us on our journey. The hopping flying bird kind of reminded me of a kangaroo on wings. We paused at times to watch it hop up and down like on a trampoline. Peter's binoculars came in handy as we picked out a Martial eagle and a white backed vulture on tree tops, both majestic in their sizes.
A pied kingfisher watched us as we crossed a stream. It seemed to be there the next day too in the company of a monitor lizard and a heron! We saw plenty of Egyptian geese, some guinea fowls, native to the place, and beautiful crowned cranes along the way. There were storks on baobab trees while Cork Hearty Beasts grazed underneath. The giraffes meanwhile entwined their long necks to get a view of everything around them. Hamerkops were other birds that swept across the landscape, Ibises, cormorants, ducks, herons, geese and egrets swarmed around water bodies. We spied a lot of beautiful blue Rollers and a few Secretary birds. There were several bishop birds too. Peter was knowledgeable enough to stop, pause and show us the birds as well as tell us the names. Google did the rest in identifying them.
I asked Peter if he felt bored taking out the same trip every day. he said every day was different. I saw what he meant. While we came across more of warthogs, antelopes, gazelles, zebras, topis, giraffes, buffaloes, etc, the landscape changed, the scenes changed and the deeper we went into the reserve the more we were engulfed by its magic.
We returned to the camp sated but still not having seen two of the big five, the Rhinos and the Cheetahs, both elusive, shy and few in numbers. The evening was spent listening to the gurgling stream of Mara and watching some of the Hippos finally make a move out of the water. We missed the gorgeous Mara sunset as rains and thunderclouds gathered across the sky.
