A couple of days ago, we were standing under the wet weather shelter out in the field when it started to rain. Suddenly all the elephants decided that rain was unacceptable, so they all tried to get under the clearly-not-elephant-sized roof and ended up surrounding us with their heads sticking in under the thatch. I reached out to Keisha, whose trunk was fumbling around my feet, and gently stroked her face and ears. And she leant towards me, pushing her face against my chest and breathing on my legs through her trunk, and I could look into her beautiful amber eyes framed by long wiry lashes.
You never quite get over it.
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