Zoo randomness
The other evening, Joel, me and the girls went to the zoo with his parents and sister's family. It was the last night of the year when the zoo had extended hours. There weren't any crowds and the weather was nice, so we all really enjoyed ourselves.
We first started out feeding the fish and ducks/geese.
Then we went to the petting zoo, because it closed earlier than the other exhibits. Grace is afraid of the goats, so we just went and looked at the cows, horses and pigs.
Then we went to the African Farm to see some camels and more goats. Grace was OK with these because they were behind a fence. The girls enjoyed feeding them. :-)
Up to this point, this was the extent of Maddie's zoo trip:
That's OK, though. What do you expect when your first zoo trip is the same day as shots at the doctor's?
After a quick bite to eat at the zoo "Beastro," we headed to the giraffes and elephants.
Maddie then decided to wake up for a short while... emphasis on "short":
Then we saw the gorillas and the tigers.
By that time, it was getting close to closing time, so we headed back toward the exit, stopping at the cheetah cage on the way. Joel named him "Chester." :-)
Before I end this post, I have to tell you a story about a hat. My nephew, Luke, is really into hats right now. He had two hats with him at the zoo, one of which was my father-in-law's. Luke paid more attention to these hats than he did the animals, and got really upset every time he dropped one of the hats out of his wagon. My brother-in-law Marc would then have to run back and retrieve the lost hat.
Well, on our way out of the zoo, Luke dropped my father-in-law's hat. We noticed it shortly after, and Marc went to get it. Upon his return, he gave the hat back to Luke without inspecting it. Can you notice anything about the hat?
If not, how about now?
Yes, that is goose poop on the hat. Needless to say, Luke didn't get it back after that! :-)
And, here we are at the gift shop, where we found more "poop":
Whatever became of the hat, you ask? Upon returning home, my father-in-law washed it off with the garden hose and left it to dry propped up on a tin can on his garage floor. I'm betting he never wears it again... :-)
And this concludes our fun evening at the zoo!
We first started out feeding the fish and ducks/geese.
Then we went to the petting zoo, because it closed earlier than the other exhibits. Grace is afraid of the goats, so we just went and looked at the cows, horses and pigs.
Then we went to the African Farm to see some camels and more goats. Grace was OK with these because they were behind a fence. The girls enjoyed feeding them. :-)
Up to this point, this was the extent of Maddie's zoo trip:
That's OK, though. What do you expect when your first zoo trip is the same day as shots at the doctor's?
After a quick bite to eat at the zoo "Beastro," we headed to the giraffes and elephants.
Maddie then decided to wake up for a short while... emphasis on "short":
Then we saw the gorillas and the tigers.
By that time, it was getting close to closing time, so we headed back toward the exit, stopping at the cheetah cage on the way. Joel named him "Chester." :-)
Before I end this post, I have to tell you a story about a hat. My nephew, Luke, is really into hats right now. He had two hats with him at the zoo, one of which was my father-in-law's. Luke paid more attention to these hats than he did the animals, and got really upset every time he dropped one of the hats out of his wagon. My brother-in-law Marc would then have to run back and retrieve the lost hat.
Well, on our way out of the zoo, Luke dropped my father-in-law's hat. We noticed it shortly after, and Marc went to get it. Upon his return, he gave the hat back to Luke without inspecting it. Can you notice anything about the hat?
If not, how about now?
Yes, that is goose poop on the hat. Needless to say, Luke didn't get it back after that! :-)
And, here we are at the gift shop, where we found more "poop":
Whatever became of the hat, you ask? Upon returning home, my father-in-law washed it off with the garden hose and left it to dry propped up on a tin can on his garage floor. I'm betting he never wears it again... :-)
And this concludes our fun evening at the zoo!
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