Yesterday was a beautiful day in St Louis. Went to the zoo and sort of goofed around. I didn't go stand at one specific cart, but took a tiger skin and headed up to Big Cat Country. Discovered that I really am allergic to cats. My hands broke out just from holding that skin. (Was wheezing, weepy eyed, sneezing when in Florida last year staying in a house with 5 cars).
It was glorious outside. The animals were feeling good, too. The zoo was packed. We have 5 tiger cubs that are almost a year old and almost full grown. But they were playing like gigantic kittens in their large enclosure. They chased each other, jumped into their "swimming" pool, took small logs and batted them around in the water, stole them from each other, pulled the tails of their litter mates, jumped on each other, chewed on the legs of the other cubs. Everyone was fascinated.
Then saw the new baby giraffe, just a couple weeks old. He was bothering an ostrich in the enclosure, which promptly extended its wings and tried to attack the baby. The adult giraffes closed ranks around the baby. There was one frustrated, disgruntled ostrich in that enclosure.
I also saw the new baby takin, which was adorable. I laughed at the parents who pointed out the wild donkeys. I asked them if they meant the "Somali Wild Asses". They said, "sssssh". Oy!
