What a delightful place! We arrived right after the zoo opened, and it honestly seemed as though we were the only ones there. Maybe this time, procrastination did pay off, and going at the eleventh hour of the summer worked to our benefit.
Mason LOVED riding the train. Cute, yes. Awesome? Um, no. Unless you enjoy sullen, miserable, sarcastic old men as tour guides. But whatever.
Both of the boys were excited about the IDEA of petting a snake, but not nearly as excited to actually DO it. I was nowhere near this creepy guy. Believe me.
My favorites at any zoo are the large cats. So pretty and graceful, and so similar to housecats in how they move and lie. Mom, does it look like Spice?
These are actually butterflies feeding at a nectar station. . .the other side of their wings was a glorious cobalt blue, but it was virtually impossible to catch one of those open. I tried several times, and that blue blur in the picture below represents my best attempt. The little boogers.
This tiger was RIGHT on the other side of the glass. So in reality, I bet the kids were a mere eight inches from this ferocious, yet amazing beast. His little (big?) nose was virtually pressed against the glass.
While Mason's favorite thing was the train, I think Brody was happiest about finding a "faffer" (aka "pacifier" for those of you not fluent in Brody-speak) on the ground. It was pink, and dirty, yet he was determined to snag it for himself. At that point in the day, we knew it was time to go home.
Our small-town zoo = great success!