petting zoo, and though I felt sheepish about going inside the gate, we went ahead. And there, in the dirt, the highlight of the afternoon, at least for me: the goat who leaned into my thigh as I rubbed the crease behind her ears. And every time I stopped, she did her version of that back, which was to clean my forearm with her rough pink tongue. And when I got up to leave, she started running with me and made a sound, halfway between a cat and a bird cry, which sounded like "no!"
Said goat appears at the bottom of the stack.
(And no, the bear below isn't dead, as the schoolchildren cried, but taking a nap in the heat.)
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Oh, the goat. The goat is needed.
How about the eye of that goat. Its iris looks like a dark slash. I wonder what such an animal might see through such an eye.
These are terrific photos here. I love the pink flamingos, that look orange here.
I'm intrigued by the notion of a 'petting' zoo, presumably one in which the animals can be petted. I wonder how they find it.
Thanks, Elizabeth and Elisabeth.
My guess is that the goat was relieved to stand with a human who wasn't screaming or squealing at her. (I don't know why I've decided it was a her.) There was a pen of other animals in the corner, sheep and other goats, and we asked someone from the zoo whether they ever got to go out. Oh yes, she said, but they were exhausted by two in the afternoon after having spent all morning with busloads of schoolkids.
Today we got a private audience with the elephants, got to feed them apples, pears, bananas, a whole corn cob, carrots. Pictures to come.
And now a private audience with the elephants. I love elephants...
These two elephants were incredible, but more mysterious up close than they are at some distance.
Wonderful pics Paul thank you.
I love the tale of your private audience with the elephants and your bonding with the goat. Love the idea of you and Mark at the zoo.
Wondering if Springs might be up to having a small goat farm. I can see it now 'Poet's Own Gourmet Goat Cheese' found in all the finer food shops of Manhattan.
But maybe the two of you should start with a new pup (or two), now that you know it can travel on the local train with you. Just a thought...
Wonderful pics Paul thank you.
I love the tale of your private audience with the elephants and your bonding with the goat. Love the idea of you and Mark at the zoo.
Wondering if Springs might be up to having a small goat farm. I can see it now 'Poet's Own Gourmet Goat Cheese' found in all the finer food shops of Manhattan.
But maybe the two of you should start with a new pup (or two), now that you know it can travel on the local train with you. Just a thought...
LOVE that tiger, sprawled out just like my older cat likes to do! And the goat. Goats always seem particularly appreciative of affection, for some reason.
When I was in high school I volunteered at the local zoo, and helped supervise the petting area. Which is to say that every summer I spent time chasing after small children, trying to explain that no, those things that just fell out of the goat were NOT raisins... At least one little kid would usually get so far as putting one of the non-raisins in their mouth, and the parents would be horrified but the kids were always just fine.
Thanks, David. Or maybe our own petting zoo. I'm for that!
Anne! That's great. (From somewhere I hear a voice: good for you too. The demi-raisins, I mean.)
All the myths about goats never seem to mesh with the goats I meet. You're right: appreciative. The least entitled of the creatures.
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