So this happened…
I swore I would never go. In the past, I have found zoos to be as depressing as fuck and I have been brought to tears by the sorrow of captive animals in their small, squalid enclosures. My heart is broken daily by the south going handbasket we’re all in. I don’t need to torture myself with a trip to the zoo.
And then my kid started telling me she hates animals.
I knew the perfect remedy.
Namely in the form of…
Ridiculous pink birds.
Purple butts and blue noses.
Monkeys with moustaches.
Also, giant animals that somehow get enough sustenance by eating hundreds of tiny animals. And have to do it with their tongues.
And giraffe ‘tocks.
There were only a handful of visitors, and our leisurely stroll through the beautiful grounds was quite peaceful. For the most part, the animals looked well cared for and had “enough” room (except for the anteater). Rather than depressed, they seemed bored, often standing with their backs to the viewing area (thus all the butt pictures). My overall sense was that they were weary of being watched.
Halfway through our visit, Fern says “Mama, do you hate animals?”
Me, “Yes. I totally hate them. All of them. Especially when they’re cute.”
Fern, “Oh. Well, I don’t hate all animals.”
And she then went on to list her favorites. Which was basically Every. Single. One.
*Insert the wicked laugh of a cunning and conniving mother*.
Lest you think I now support animals in captivity, this just released series of photos will tell all.
The SF Zoo, despite the fact that in essence it supports the commercialization of animals, is actually a green business that is striving to do their best. Click here for more information about their conservation projects.
Have a great weekend!
P.S. Did I lose some of you with all the guest posts? Comments have been quiet. Your feedback is welcome and cherished, as always.