A Shared Stillness: Buffalo and Oxpecker Seek Refuge from the Savannah Heat.

The Oxpecker takes a moment to check me out.

Like a little explorer, the Oxpecker inserts its head into the buffalo nostril, examining the breathing space for ticks or insects.

He contemplatively chews the dewy late afternoon savannah grass, his eyes now locked on my presence.

He stands stock still, staring back at us as we freeze in his presence.