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:





Gertie is the peahen that follows me all over the zoo when I visit. She’s there to greet me when I visit the adorable flamingos, and sits beside me when I rest in Grandmother’s Porch. She leads the way past the lakeside exhibits and attempts to lure me into the vacated Bear Exhibit.

The OKC Zoo didn’t get rid of the bears, they gave them a much nicer place, with trees and ponds and toys, up along the Oklahoma Trails Exhibit.

Speaking of which, Gertie follows me along that path, too, but she gets impatient, and waits for me down in the snack pavilion. We are both disappointed that the River Bend Snack bar no longer serves giant soft pretzels or corndogs. She doesn’t go into the Canopy Cafe, so no more sharing bits of giant soft pretzel with her there. The Lakeside cafe still has corndogs, and I think she was more excited about that than I was!  She loves the cornbread bits so much she flies up to the trash cans and steals corndog sticks out of it. Because I don’t think the sticks are good for her, I trade her bits of real corndog for the stick and make sure the trash is secured so she can’t get into it for more sticks.

I know.  She probably hates me for that.

But she still follows me around anyway, so maybe she doesn’t hate me that much.