Going to the zoo
Ok, so yesterday we took my parents and Philip to the zoo. Now in some ways I'm all about the zoo. They help my son develop an interest in animals, educate us about conservation, and, let's face it, I'm a sucker for the cute and fuzzies.
At the same time, there's something innately cruel, no matter how good the care provided, in caging a naturally wild creature... I think the cheetah we saw summed it up best. It stalked toward the glass, fixing each of the humans on the other side with its cold, assessing stare, and then peed on the glass...
Still, a fun time was had by all. I just wish they had otters, or maybe I glad all the otters are out playing free... arrgh. I am not a creature naturally given to ambivalence.
At the same time, there's something innately cruel, no matter how good the care provided, in caging a naturally wild creature... I think the cheetah we saw summed it up best. It stalked toward the glass, fixing each of the humans on the other side with its cold, assessing stare, and then peed on the glass...
Still, a fun time was had by all. I just wish they had otters, or maybe I glad all the otters are out playing free... arrgh. I am not a creature naturally given to ambivalence.