In the grounds, not very far from our house, this afternoon we came across a dead zebra, one that seemed to have died very recently, perhaps an hour or so earlier when we heard zebra braying. It looked pregnant. It also looked quite pristine, other than being on its side.
We sent a message to the people who run the place, vaguely thinking they might cart it away or something, but apparently not – it’s a wildlife sanctuary and there’s plenty of wildlife that will take care of it. Fair enough.