Following the meandering lines of the Great Migration, I stumbled upon a river crossing. Here, hundreds of Wildebeest gathered at the riverside, hooves dug firmly into the dirt, resisting the ever increasing pressure from the driving animals at the rear of the line. As the pressure built, one brave Wildebeest took tentative steps down the riverbank...I'd watch, heart in my mouth, expecting to hear the splash of water. Time after time the panicked Wildebeest would instead retreat up the banks and flee into the encroaching masses, causing mass hysteria and confusion. The mass of Wildebeest would turn and retreat en mass. It was a dignified panic, characterised by no noise other than the thudding of hooves on the soft ground, as dust was thrown into the air. This is when I took the opportunity to take this shot.
Notes: from an open top jeep on safari in Kenya