I content myself with going somewhere local. One of my favorite places is the zoo.
Now Chuck is not always in favor of a trip to the zoo. We usually go in the summer and he doesn't like being hot. And going to the zoo usually means walking around . . . a lot. And Chuck is no fan of walking. And getting Chuck into the zoo is a lot of trouble. Zoos have enough animals without people bringing more animals inside the gates so it requires some pretty careful maneuvering. Much like the way we transport Chuck on board a plane--by stuffing his poor deflated cat body into a carry-on case until we arrive at our destination, that's about what we had to do on this occasion. And then we found a nice quiet place and inflated him and we were ready to go.
We did all of this a few weeks ago because he wanted to see Beau. The new baby giraffe. At the Philadelphia Zoo. He'd heard about Beau and even watched some video because when a baby giraffe is born at the zoo, its big news!
Beau is only a few months old now, but he's already six feet tall, and although that seems tall to us, he's a shorty compared to his mom. He's delightful to watch because he doesn't just walk sedately like most older giraffes--he runs and skips and literally frolics around--like a kid would do.
While we were there visiting, we learned a number of interesting facts about giraffes:
--Interestingly enough, they only sleep a few hours a day. In the wild, this is invaluable because they can keep an eye on their enemies.
--They have very few natural predators, other than man. Their hooves are so large, they can easily fight off an attack by a lion.
--If you watch them closely, they always seem to be chewing. They have a very interesting digestive system, which basically allows them to eat food that would be difficult for humans to digest. Giraffes have four stomachs. They are called ruminants because the extra stomachs assist with digestion.
At present Beau lives with his mom and sister Abigail. His father Gus is living in a separate quarters until Beau is a bit older. That's another interesting tidbit about giraffes. It's often difficult for two male giraffes to share the same space.
When Chuck and I arrived, there were a lot of fans hovering around, waiting to see what Beau would do. No one even noticed Chuck, who clung to the railing and peered in--remembering the last time he saw baby giraffes was in Nairobi in Kenya at the Wildlife Conservation Center, which was established to protect the Rothschild giraffe.
Chuck would have loved to have crawled over the fence and met Beau face to face. But I was not in favor of that plan. "Chuck," I said to him, "he looks harmless enough. But can you imagine what his mother would do if you showed up? To her, you're just a miniature lion. Do you want to get stomped to death?"
So Chuck had to be happy watching Beau from a distance.
