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.


My Flamingos

OK, they aren’t really my flamingos, but I make sure to visit them every time I go to the zoo. Not only are they bright and colorful (and close to the entrance), but the longer I’ve watched them, the more admirable I find them.

None of this is probably true for wild flamingos, but the flock at the OKC Zoo is special.

There used to be a lovely older flamingo I named Philomena. She had arthritis and walked stiffly, but the flamingos always made sure to include her, to make sure she wasn’t left behind, and she often acted as a sentinel for them, alerting them to treats and interesting activities.

In watching her, I noticed just how much the flamingos cared for one another. One way they showed their care was in their game of “Marco Polo”.  When one flamingo got distracted and wandered away from the flock, and realized it was alone, it would stop, and cry “I’m here!” The other flamingos would respond “There you are!” They would start walking towards one another, the lone one crying “Marco!” and the flock responding “Polo!” until they were united.

Marco  “Marco!”

Polo  “Polo!”

“Hey, Herbie, we missed you!”

“Say, Herbie, you get any good eats?”

“Jane! so glad to see you!”




“Hey, there’s food in our tray!”

And they’d all turn to the tray behind the pond and head over to eat.


Gertie, the peahen, would bob her head and follow, hoping for snackies.

Peahen Snacks

I love how the flamingos care for one another.