Sunday was a free admission day at The Birmingham Zoo. One of Hubs’ favorite mottoes is, “If it’s free, it’s for me!” So, we loaded up sandwiches, fruit slices, chips, and candy (hey, it’s Halloween!), and hit the road.
This is Abbey for most of the day. Read this in your whiniest three-year-old voice: “The air everywhere here is bad!” and “I don’t like this smell!” She even refused to use the bathroom all afternoon because of the smell in the bathroom, which, I must say, wasn’t quite as bad as…say, the Maned Wolf Habitat.
One new thing at the zoo was the giraffe feeding platform. It cost $1 per person and Karl had $4. The three big kids and I got to feed the giraffes. The giraffe family at this zoo has three living generations. We fed the grandma, daddy, and mommy. The baby didn’t want to walk over to the platform. It sure was cute, though. I think this is the mommy in the picture with the kids. I still can’t get over feeding the giraffes! It was, as Abbey would day, “Super-dee-duper fun!”
This is Noah feeding the daddy giraffe. When I did it I stood farther away. The distance made him stick his tongue waaay out! He rolled it around the “pellet” and pulled it out of my fingers. Yes, I. felt. his. tongue. Rough and slimy. It was just amazing being so close to such an interesting animal.