The weekly Zoo Outings have returned!
Now that things are back on track, I've invented a new game!
It is called "What's stinky?"
It's not Zoe. She smells pretty good, actually.
Granted, I got annoyed when Dad put me in the 18th-century playpen and Zoe got to ride an ox.
But that was rectified.
Giddyup!
What's stinky at the zoo, it turns out, is stuff like giraffe poop and Flamingo Chow (TM).
(I call flamingos MINGOS.)
Ba ha ha ha ha!
Side note: I know my way around the zoo better than dad does.
I always like to stop at the fake termite mound.
But my favorite thing these days is Lorikeet Adventure.
Can you guess why?
Correct! There are lorikeets!
I like to feed them birdie nectar.
Drink up! This is not a game, lorikeet!
Zoe had a nice conversation with one today.
Then I tried to feed Zoe the birdie nectar, but she was not interested.
(Aunt Ellen sent me this cool hair clip!)
Probably the best part about Lorikeet Adventure is the hand-washing stations.
You're supposed to use them before you leave ...
... but I use them before and after each lorikeet!
Lorikeets are not the only birds at the zoo, you know. COME BACK HERE, PEACOCK!
Dad was monkeying around with the vintage glass again today.
He even brought an extension tube and used it on this tiny leaf.
Wide-open park bench!
You don't care about that stuff?
Me neither!
Nobody does!
Ahem.
"Attention zoo patrons: Dad keeps pointing the camera at the wrong things."
My pretending skills are off the charts.
It's true.
Just today, when Dad was alone with me, I pretended that I was walking on a balance beam for 15 minutes.
Steady!
Whoa! Watch out for the gators below!
This is serious. Gators do not mess around.
Dad says if I'm going to grow up in Boulder, I need to start hugging trees immediately. This anticlimactically concludes today's zoo post. More next weekend, I'm sure!