The sun slowly rose up into the dawn sky, an orange glowing ball throwing fiery hues on the landscape below.
Rhythmic drumming filled the air as the long lanky frame of a giraffe, strolling confidently on lengthy legs, appeared on the horizon. Immediately followed by another.
Three majestic zebras sauntered under the watchful eye of a skulking leopard, and a herd of graceful gazelles leaped nearby. Two lumbering elephants appeared, with curious birds circling overhead.
It was a spectacular scene one might envision playing out in the peak of summer, somewhere on the African continent. I didn’t expect something like this to unfold at the end of winter, in the American mid-west. Read entire story.