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Baby Whale Delivered With Difficulty and Then Beached

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This is Moussa

Moussa is my worst nightmare.  Moussa is the child I hit with my car about three hours ago.  It was dark.  The road was dusty and Moussa ran out in front of my car.  Well he didn't quite make it in front of the car, which is good because my bull bar would have probably pushed him under the car and by the time I slid to a halt on the hard packed dirt road he would have been underneath.  Instead Moussa's forehead hit the angle of the bullbar where it wraps around the headlight and turns toward the fender.  Praise God Moussa is not dead.  In fact he sustained only minor injuries.  We rushed him to the hospital with his uncle and it was quite a saga, especially since I had just picked up my kids after a week out of town.  I will tell it all later, but right now pray for Moussa and his fractured right foot and the large goose egg on his forehead.  He is a brave little guy, but he is going to be in a lot of pain over the next couple of days.

How to Catch a Giraffe

The funny thing about these giraffes is that you can get within ten feet of a large male, but its hard to get within a hundred feet of a group.  I guess they protect the females and adolescents, but a big male figures he can just stomp you if you get too close.  They are polite about it, they give you a warning by sort of stomping the ground just to say, "Now imagine if your head was under my hoof.  Back off clown."

No warning needed for me.  The one pictured above is not a full grown male and you would still be staring at his kneecap if we were beside him.  They are huge, and at the same time they really look gentle, until you try to catch one and he has to kick you up into a tree where he can eat you at his leisure along with his three inch acacia thorns.  Go ahead kids.  Try and ride him.  I'll be by the car.