The lion calls a truce with the springbok when quenching his thirst at the water hole. Peace reigns.
The same is true at the bird bath; my own little watering hole in the garden.
White Eyes lined up patiently to take their turn in the bird bath in the early evening. They waited on the branches above until the bath was free.
A much larger Cape Bulbul joined in the fun. But instead of chasing off the tiny White Eyes, he waited his turn patiently.
There was lots of splashing going on.
And sometimes there seemed to be more eyes than birds!
At the very end of all the flurry, one little chick took his first dip while Mum watched protectively from above.
All done, the flock twittered off into the trees to preen themselves and prepare for bedtime.
Just another night in the bush in the wilds of Africa!