BEYOND THE BACK DOOR …Last week’s camera booty
May 30, 2010 § 31 Comments
All this was going on just beyond the back door.
So I walked the dog and drifted to the sanctuary of the front porch.
And found none.
There are various forms of “sanctuary.”
Today, this wasn’t working for me.
I went to the zoo. I haven’t been in 12 years. It’s free. I usually have some heartache at all these “captured” animals, but sometimes you can get tripped up on your opinions and miss out on stuff. So I went. It was early.
The first animal I saw was the black bear.
There went my bleeding heart.
He paced, swinging his head.
No pictures, he said.
I demured, sent him a telepathic bear hug and moved on.
The penguin house! It was cold and filled with their unique screeching. It was feeding time. The zoo person was dressed in orange, black and yellow and I didn’t spot her at first. She blended in with the tuxedo penguins. Again, no pictures. Didn’t want to use a flash in there.
The penguin house is a wonderful structure with tons of rocks, pools, a deep swimming sea, crags, twists and turns and the water goes underground and outdoors to their faux sea. So they can be indoors or out and get there privately.
The walk through the zoo however is lovely. Oddly. It’s a huge expanse, full of flowered and bushy paths and walkways and bridges and plenty of ponds and lakes. They have created quite an ecosystem in there. The city birds enjoy hopping and pecking about on the grass that grows on top of many of the little outbuildings. The zoo doesn’t smell. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying it’s all Disney here, with bluebirds fluttering around and the animals all hugging and talking and butterflies landing on everything.
But it is a park for all sorts of animals, including humans, and it’s beautiful. The city supports it with taxes and it’s staffed with specialists and Washington Univserity interns and offers all kinds of clubs and programs. And there are children, tons of them learning about animals and falling in love with them, too and will maybe grow up to be protectors of the wilds, both neighboring and distant.
The camels were shedding. While this is not an attractive, it was very hippy-natural. Of all the animals I saw, the camels carried the most scent. Maybe because they’re stabled.
Do prairie dogs belong in a zoo?
I guess if there’s enough prairie per dog, it works.
They seemed happy though not sure I’d recognize an unhappy one. And they were busy. And communal in their movements: one dashed into a hole, they ALL dashed into a hole. One ate, they all ate. One sat up and looked around, and they all froze.
The admiring crowd of humans was kind, very hushed, not whistling or trying to get their attention, or slapping at the fence or anything.
Completely unlike the behavior of the humans while watching the chimps.
The chimps each had a stick that they poked into the hole in the log, brought it out, then licked it or drew the stick between their lips. There was some good eating in that log.
Back home and the workers were gone. The silence was loud and lovely. Their machines were parked in the shade, still shuttering.
The kitchen was cool. And clean.
Indoors, order. Outdoors, chaos.
Yes, there was whipped cream! (although next time, I’ll make that by hand, too.)
Back to the front porch with the dessert. Summer. So much sweetness.