Last of Therit kind?

摘要

I KNOW THERE is a good chance that the lions with not succeed but, even so, my heart is in my mouth. Trident is special - he was the first giraffe I learned to recognise - and now three big cats threaten both him and my scientific objectivity. It is early morning and the light is soft but dear. From his great height, the old bull soon spots his would-be assassins, their own pinprick pupils returning his stare. For long minutes he watches, motionless, as the trio of predators moves carefUly closer. Overhead, htindreds of bright-blue roUers stream towards a gap in the mountains, flying north to the Mediterranean.