Rainy Day at the Zoo

The damp day didn’t bother the zoo inhabitants. They were all out in fine form, enjoying the coolth of what is normally a brutally hot August day.


The lioness sprawled atop her favorite rock in her abode. That sneer is for the other lioness, who isn’t cozily sprawled on a rock.


The eagles were perched where they could peer over their enclosure into the black bears. (Sorry for the blur – it looked fine in the small camera screen.) The eagles were Very Interested in bear antics. They watched for a long time.


The black bears were just wandering around, sniffing at weeds.


They were shedding, but didn’t seem to care as much today as last week, when they spent a lot of time rubbing on trunks. It makes for interesting patterns, though, doesn’t it?


The grizzlies, though, were restless.


“Hey, George, wanna play? ”


“Come on, George, you know you wanna play!”


“See?  Just follow me, George!”


“Heh heh heh – I got George to follow me so I can circle back and get the good spot right where the Keepers will bring the food!”


One of my favorite koi came up to show off.


The komo dragon wants freedom.


Gertie’s flock mate, Brune, accompanied me to the exit, but not beyond. She knows the zoo is a grand place to be.

And as a bonus, for those who want to collect all the Mold-a-matics, here’s a list of their locations:



Catching Up

I didn’t get a chance to visit the zoo last weekend (chores – they just get in the way), but I haven’t yet shared the critter gossip from the week before that.

The flamingos hatched their eggs and the babies are wherever the zoo stashes babies until they are allowed back out again. The flock is busy with post-egg bonding .


Some have decided the new hedges to prevent people from getting too close are just delicious! Mostly, it’s the girls who eat the hedges. Here we have three young lady flamingos gossiping over a good nibble. The hedges prevented me from seeing which three ladies were entertaining themselves at the hedge.

Down the trail, the meercats were sunning themselves, getting a bit toasty on the tummy.


The wallabys preferred to shelter from the sun in some nice shade. Clever, eh?



The black bears enjoy the heat with a soak in their above ground pool.


The otters don’t care how hot it is – they have the nicest play pool, they think.



The seahorses argue that their water paradise is better, with chains and lovely anchor rocks and more. The otters find it lacking as it has no slide or above water napping nests.

To each their own pleasures.


This lizard isn’t interested in water, just moisture, and thinks seahorses and otters could learn the joys of sunning from him. This is a message he clearly wants spread.


I hope to make it out to the zoo this weekend, with camera and book.



Under the sea are these amazing creatures called seahorses and sea dragons.  The Oklahoma City Zoo doesn’t have any sea dragons, but they have some gorgeous seahorses.


I could stand there and watch them all day, and I would, too, if there were fans blowing the air around inside the Aquaticus. It’s so stuffy and still and warm in there I can never stay as long as I’d like. And these pretties lure me back no matter how stifling the building is.


They drift along, meeting up and wrapping their tails around one another, or anchoring themselves to the same link in the chains.

I imagine they gather on stoops to pass along the juiciest bits of gossip.

“Did you hear that Cooper over there has a pouch full of babies?”

“No, really?  Awww, someone’s gonna be a dad!”

“Well, I think we have quite enough seahorses in here!”

“Myrtle, you never want more seahorses.”

“And why should I?  Do you know how baby seahorses are made? Do you?”

Henry and Abby chuckle, their eyes meeting and parting shyly. Henry also has a pouch of seahorse babies, but they weren’t ready to share the news just yet. It was their first time, after all.