We've gone to the zoo nine times in the last four days, I think. I'm on a first-name basis with this camel.
Zoe would have you know that he's a Bactrian camel.
Zoe wants to gnaw on the camel. You can see it in her eyes. And in her gums.
Dad has been slacking pretty bad recently, so he just processed this whole bunch of shots from various zoo trips. I don't know what his problem is. Just the other day, I saw him actually sit down and take a breath. Lazy.
When I joke about that, he puts me in the zoo's "18th-century playpen."
Playpens were not so nice in the 18th century.
My parents encourage me to play with fire hydrants.
I chased this peacock across half of the zoo, yelling "Peacock! Peacock!"
Eventually, it became a showdown.
This zoo's not big enough for the two of us!
Zoe had her own Peacock Experience too--on the carousel.
This photo has nothing to do with anything. Can you guess what it is?
Look closely!
These guys are still some of my favorite animals at the zoo ...
... even though I don't call them PENGITS anymore. It's more like PENGUITS now.
Zoe is impressed with my vocabulary.
We went back to feed the lorikeets recently. Dad says he wants to fill the house with lorikeets ...
... but he said the same thing about hippos last year, and nothing ever came of it.
This is my chipmunk friend. He's mostly interested in my french fries.
We did take a break from the zoo one day--for a good 15 minutes--to do some painting outside.
What I like to do with the yellow paint is ...
... try to paint Zoe. Mom says I should not.
These guys are Klondike and Snow. Those of you who lived in Colorado in the mid-1990s are familiar with their story.
I tried to explain it to Zoe, but she was still preoccupied with gnawing on the camel. That's all she wanted to do.
Come to think of it ...
