A near sunset scene of zebras, warthogs (or are they bushpigs?), and some kind of antelope grazing together for fresh sprouts in a recently burned field.
There are grazers who go for the grasses and browsers who go for leaves and fruits. This is vocabulary I have learned and forgotten dozens of times.
For the evening I picked up a pre-made salad at the market, did pictures, and listened to NPR on the computer. Ahh, nice.