...to the zoo.
I took the nippers this morning and discovered that Four is no longer interested in the animals, he just wants to travel all day on the cable car. Two, on the other hand, seems to have inherited some of my genes and does not like to be off the ground at all - even stepping aboard the pushchair seems to fill him with the same sort of fear I feel stepping through the doors of the Boeing. We'll see but I hope for his sake it's just a passing phase.
I don't much like zoos and while Sydney's Taronga may claim the animals have the best view in the world - what with the harbour and Opera House in the background - I'm not sure many wildebeests have a love of Madam Butterfly or the Pirates of Penzance, especially as last time they looked they were in Africa staring at the vast expanse of the veldt.
But, the best one for my money is Hungry Jacks' sponsorship of the Gorilla Rainforest enclosure. It used to be McDonalds paying for the privilege of having their moniker on the wall but I can only imagine someone at head office eventually saw the deep irony of sponsoring a refuge for animals who have been displaced because their homes have been razed to make way for beef farmers, who, er yes, supply McDonalds.
Mind you, it's not all bad; the burgers they serve in the cafe are a cut above Maccas, or Hungry Jacks for that matter. Personally I'd rather go to Taronga for the food than watch animals who really should be somewhere else, pacing around their 'natural environments' looking day after day for a way out. I mean, even the laughing hyenas can't see the fun of being locked up, no matter what the view's like.
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21/11/07 @ 12:29