We ran into these guys while we were pootling along next to a river in the truck, admiring kingfishers and a pair of Egyptian geese. Three adults and a baby sat mostly submerged in the water, surfacing occasionally to snort at us. Snorting acts as a warning, but is not particularly threatening. If they start showing their teeth, it's time to leave. Baby hippo, third from the front, tried to come forward to show us he wasn't afraid, but got thumped to the back by one of the grown-ups.
You can't walk a mile without seeing dozens of zebras in the Mara. They're as ubiquitous as the wildebeest, whose migration they accompany. The two species graze together quite happily, because apparently their grain type consumption is almost completely orthogonal. Although they're common, seeing them never gets old. I mean just look at that colour scheme.
We saw this cheetah and its companion, who couldn't be bothered to lift its head from the shady spot under the tree to check us out, on the same day we saw the lions and the hippos. If it wasn't already obvious from the previous post, it now ranks as one of the most awesome days I've ever had.