How insanely, totally delightful that the Washington DC zoo is such an incredible place.
It doesn't GET any better. I mean, first of all, can you say "FREE?" Because it is. And second of all, it's a way awesome zoo. And you can even bring food/snacks in with you, so other than getting yourself down there (Metro passes? Parking fees?), it can be a money-free afternoon.
We chose to use the Metro to get there. As Matthew was still ill with what Digger (Life After Jerusalem) has kindly labeled as "Ebola" (it seems to follow my family around), it was only James, Zachary, and yours truly. Also, our Oakwoody Residence is within a tiny little walking distance to the Metro. So taking the Metro to the zoo it was.
And what a great decision! For if we had not taken the Metro and then walked to the Zoo entrance, we would have totally missed out on seeing The Couch:
Seriously. Some random couch on some random street corner of Washington DC. WHAT is THAT?
And when we were done at the Zoo in the late afternoon and were walking back to the Metro to go home, the random couch was still there on the street corner. Which leads me to ask: does the couch permanently live there? Is that the couch's home? Does that stoplight go so long that pedestrians have to wait for what seems like an eternity, and did they all pitch in and buy that couch so as to give themselves somewhere comfy to sit while they wait to cross the street?
Had we not walked from the Metro, we also would have missed the following photo op with Zachary and a panda bear with Chineseish painting on it:
Panda bears are Zachary's new obsession. It's probably his way to begin to identify with our new post (Chengdu, China, in fall of 2011), which is where there are all manner of wonderful pandaish fabulicities (a darling post about the panda preserve in Chengdu, China by Shenyanigans).
We reached the Zoo, and it was AMAZING. I took so many pictures of so many animals that I'm going to have to make this into at LEAST two different blog posts. For behold!
Monkeys grooming each other
By the way: mystery solved.
I now know exactly what kind of animal my youngest son would be. He would be a Rock Cavy (sign, above, pictured, below). For, as the sign says, "Male rock cavies develop a fondness for their particular rock piles." Yep, that's my youngest son. He HATES change, and he HATES moving. We won't discuss this any further, but you can just imagine how thrilled he is every time we move. Which is always.
The rock cavy, who is very fond of his own particular rock pile.
The shrew. And I can't EVEN tell you how long that nose is. Seriously - the other half of that insanely long nose is buried under the wood chips. It's like an elephant's nose! Except thinner.
Squirrel of some sort. (Okay! I suck at remembering their names!)
But my total favorite animal at the zoo was, of course:
Oh, yeah. He was WATCHING ME.
Those Tigers, Dude.
You just NEVER KNOW where they might be.
They could be... ANYWHERE. And they could be...ANYONE.