The line appeared on the horizon, like a gray thread stretched on a patchwork in pale green tones.As the plane approached it, it turned into a column of a few hundred animals, winding through the plain."Whole heads!" Shout Charlie over the engine buzzing."It's a small group.We were in the north of the Ngorongoro crater, Tanzania.As we were in March, we knew that the wildebeest would soon go northwest to cross the Serengeti National Park and then penetrate Kenya.And they were there, one behind the other, forming a perfectly straight convoy.
For thousands of years, the herds of blue wildebeest has been crisscrossing the vast ecosystem of the Serengeti in the direction of the needles of a watch (each animal travels about 2,800 km), according to the rains, grasping the grass, fertilizing the earth andBecoming predators' prey for predators.And there, trampling on the immemorial tracks of his ancestors, this herd was going to migrate to the northwest.But not this time.
"Why are they going south?" "I shouting in Charlie.
"Go know!" He replied.They are looking for grass.There is not much to eat here.»»
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I had come to Tanzania to attend the great migration of the wildebeest and I had joined photographer Charlie Hamilton James, who had covered their long walking for two years.We took off from the city of Arusha with the Kilimandjaro on the horizon.The earth had first deployed in a lush shades of green, between ferthees caffeières and dense forest zones, then, after our overview of the Ngorongoro crater, it had given way to large plains.
A month ago, the area was still a highly nutritious herbs.But the rains had stopped and the ground now seemed dry, just punctuated with meager tufts of herbs.Upon discovered, the column of wildebeest looked like a lost tribe, easy target for a troop of lions or a pack of hyenas.
I then saw a gnu come out of the line.He looked around and went in the opposite direction, as if he had realized that the group was on the wrong track.The herd ignored the rebel and continued on his way.This gnou, I thought, was condemned.
Given the path strewn with pitfalls that awaited them, many other wildebee in the herd were also dedicated to death.At the mercy of the weather, they often had to modify their route and travel long distances to find pastures.They would be constantly harassed by predators.In recent years, they also had to face obstacles caused by humans (fences erected to protect crops and livestock) and competition from herds of sheep and goats expanding expanding.
