I just keep stealing ideas from blogs--it's a disease, though, I can't help it. Thanks today to Mr. White.
A friend and I took our children to the Como zoo. This was when Hannah was about three or four. We were standing outside by the gorilla pen, watching him do nothing, and over on the wall a duck was walking with her ducklings all in a row. Well, you can guess what happened. One of the ducklings fell into the enclosure, the gorilla saw it fall and went to investigate. He didn't really know what to make of this small furry thing, so he sniffed it, and looked at it, and sniffed it some more, petted it, sniffed some more. We hustled the children away, however when he decided it was a toy and started to toss it in the air and throw it on the ground. "Hey kids, look at this over here, flamingos!" We distracted them as quickly as we could. One little girl figured out what was happening and started to cry. Loudly. Then all of our children started to ask THE QUESTIONS. "What happened?" "Why did the mama duck take her babies on the wall?" "Did the baby die?" Oh boy. Real life at the zoo. Yes we had some 'splainin' to do.
5 comments:
That's awesome. I just wish I could have seen the sloth bears eat the monkey.
It is what it is - you're either a predator or prey.
I just think it's a little strange at como when your by the gorillas and they have an attack and there are cracks all over in the glass. Yikes! They look like the meanest animals ever!
Joey, your therapy appointment is Friday at 4:15
Is that with Larry, Haugie, or Porter?
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