From our perch up in the backhoe shovel, the zebras looked very small.
But they were definitely there.
My heart rate accelerated and a smile came to my lips.
There they are! I thought, Real live zebras!
I turned to my sister and Mom.
They looked just as excited as I felt.
As we rumbled closer, the zebras perked up and looked at us.
And quite understandably, they appeared to be as interested in us as we were in them.
(Something about three gals sitting in a backhoe shovel with their feet sticking out).
(Probably not something they saw every day).
Then the man driving the backhoe slowed to a stop and let us just sit and watch them for a while.
They were truly beautiful.
And as I clutched onto the sharp edge of the shovel, I shook my head in disbelief.
And to think, I smiled to myself, I almost missed all this because I wanted to stay home and read a Nancy Drew novel!
So that, my dear blog readers, is how I almost got killed by a herd of zebras. :)
Pictures by: Teenage Heidi