Meet the Animals
May. 13th, 2005 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
celticdragonflyThe Borders bookstore down in the middle of Fort Worth does a thing on this Friday of every month - I just found out about it a few weeks ago. (I put it in my calendar, I figure we'll do this regularly) The Fort Worth Zoo (which is a really good one) sends an outreach van with animals. So tonight the kids got to Meet the Animals.
As we drove up, I was talking to Karl about it. "They can't bring anything large, I expect - I can hardly see them bringing a gazelle. And they can't bring anything dangerous. Probably a turtle."
So we get there, get the kids into the stroller, go on in, find the circle of kids already established. (We were running a bit late. Yeah, again.) There in the middle of the circle was a turtle. Karl said "Nice call, Laura"
Actually, it was an Indian tortoise, and a large toad. Or as far as Maggie is concerned, a turtle and a frog! They offered the kids to touch the tortoise. Maggie emphatically declined. The frog was NOT to be touched, as it had glands and stuff and the caretakers have to be careful of washing hands.
(Apparently one caretaker once didn't do a good enough job, touiched his eyes while driving home, and had to pull over abruptly as it temporarily blinded him.)
The frog was mostly in the bucket, as it was jumping all over. He took it back out, it jumped all over some more, peed on the carpet again.
If an animal doesn't pee on the carpet, it isn't quite the same, is it? I remember being in a veterinary program for gifted kids in high school, at the local university. They filmed us one week. That was the week they brought the gazelle into class. It went all over the front of the room. Never fails.
The next two months will be COOL, I talked to the guy afterwards. Next month is a red hawk. The month after that they're getting into the Harry Potter stuff and doing OWLS!
Maggie will like the owls. Every time we need to get back on the 820 fwy after going to the library, we have to do this weird service street go-around, because of where the 183 splits off. We drive past a Hooters, and every time she talks about the owl and makes "whooo, whooo" sounds.
And to Certain Friends - you know who you are! - this does NOT mean she has an early vocation. Unless possibly as a veterinarian. Really.
As we drove up, I was talking to Karl about it. "They can't bring anything large, I expect - I can hardly see them bringing a gazelle. And they can't bring anything dangerous. Probably a turtle."
So we get there, get the kids into the stroller, go on in, find the circle of kids already established. (We were running a bit late. Yeah, again.) There in the middle of the circle was a turtle. Karl said "Nice call, Laura"
Actually, it was an Indian tortoise, and a large toad. Or as far as Maggie is concerned, a turtle and a frog! They offered the kids to touch the tortoise. Maggie emphatically declined. The frog was NOT to be touched, as it had glands and stuff and the caretakers have to be careful of washing hands.
(Apparently one caretaker once didn't do a good enough job, touiched his eyes while driving home, and had to pull over abruptly as it temporarily blinded him.)
The frog was mostly in the bucket, as it was jumping all over. He took it back out, it jumped all over some more, peed on the carpet again.
If an animal doesn't pee on the carpet, it isn't quite the same, is it? I remember being in a veterinary program for gifted kids in high school, at the local university. They filmed us one week. That was the week they brought the gazelle into class. It went all over the front of the room. Never fails.
The next two months will be COOL, I talked to the guy afterwards. Next month is a red hawk. The month after that they're getting into the Harry Potter stuff and doing OWLS!
Maggie will like the owls. Every time we need to get back on the 820 fwy after going to the library, we have to do this weird service street go-around, because of where the 183 splits off. We drive past a Hooters, and every time she talks about the owl and makes "whooo, whooo" sounds.
And to Certain Friends - you know who you are! - this does NOT mean she has an early vocation. Unless possibly as a veterinarian. Really.
