A Zoo Day
Today I had a professional development day. But that isn't what I'm going to write about.
It was at the Perth Zoo and at lunchtime I got to wander past several enclosures. I spent most of my limited time in the African Savannah section. Since it was very cold and sporadically raining I felt sorry for these desert animals.
I stopped by the baboons and watched them groom themselves. It was scary how one of them did exactly what I have done on occasion, pick through each hair and look for split ends. I am only one level more evolved because I don't actually eat what I find.
A staring contest with a cheetah was my next stop. It had a killer stare (no pun intended) and licked its lips a couple of times to psych me out. Strangely it stopped doing that when I poked my own tongue out at it. It won the contest, but only because it had all day to stare and I had a lunch break.
Looking at the giraffe and two zebras stand idly or boredly wander the fence line, I wondered what we would call having humans in pens and animals staring at us? Not a zoo, surely.
Perhaps prison.
Or Hell.
I was glad to return to my seminar and its complexities. Better to have to fight for food than have it thrown carelessly at you...
It was at the Perth Zoo and at lunchtime I got to wander past several enclosures. I spent most of my limited time in the African Savannah section. Since it was very cold and sporadically raining I felt sorry for these desert animals.
I stopped by the baboons and watched them groom themselves. It was scary how one of them did exactly what I have done on occasion, pick through each hair and look for split ends. I am only one level more evolved because I don't actually eat what I find.
A staring contest with a cheetah was my next stop. It had a killer stare (no pun intended) and licked its lips a couple of times to psych me out. Strangely it stopped doing that when I poked my own tongue out at it. It won the contest, but only because it had all day to stare and I had a lunch break.
Looking at the giraffe and two zebras stand idly or boredly wander the fence line, I wondered what we would call having humans in pens and animals staring at us? Not a zoo, surely.
Perhaps prison.
Or Hell.
I was glad to return to my seminar and its complexities. Better to have to fight for food than have it thrown carelessly at you...
1 Comments:
Cool. Glad the cheetah didn't get ya, we quite like you. Thanks for a great weekend of craft and love ya heaps, sis.
By Anonymous, at 4:32 AM
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