Please excuse me, I couldn’t help myself.
Most of the people I encounter at my place of work are really fine to be around. All of us are there for the animals. The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo has 700+. The favorite are the Giraffes. We have sixteen of them, the largest population of Giraffe in North America. They have a face one cannot help falling in love with, unless of course their tongues, a purplish black muscle and the gluey slime coming off of it strikes you as repulsive and you allow that to rule your ideal of the world’s tallest mammal. The tongue was the impression I was left with for years until I have gotten this wonderful opportunity to work around them. Now I am fortunate to have a moment or two each day to watch them. I have come to know when four in the afternoon is approaching without looking at my watch (yes, I still wear one). The herd, then outdoors are starting to cluster further from the lettuce baring humans and closer to the entrance to their barn. When they go indoors they get fed, some more.
Their faces are adorable. When you are nearby in the barn or outdoors they approach easily and with a large-eyed look that says one thing: Do you have lettuce for me? Most of our visitors feed them one small piece of Romaine at a time. Yesterday I had about three cups of romaine hearts in my cupped hands. None of them showed interest. They can be picky. One of the herd turned their head just enough to pick up in their extraordinary peripheral vision the best part of the lettuce awaiting a taker. In one swipe of their great tongue they took every little bit of it . We were both happy. I smiled and he or she chewed with their head straight up in the air. Just as quickly as they licked my hands clean two or three other Giraffe were at the railing with a Muppet like look that said, “What about me? Where is it?”.
Yet we still have some misunderstandings. It is not uncommon for a visitor to drop their smartphone over the side into the Giraffe area. I like to give the humans the benefit of doubt, however one such visitor had something close to a child’s melt-down when I had the unfortunate task of informing her she would be able to get the phone back after 4pm that day, some five hours later, and the phone most likely would not be in the same condition it was before it fell to the ground. Others had witnessed the phone biting the dust and informed me not to feel bad as she was standing on the railing leaning out as far as possible to get a photo. Maybe even a selfie. Probably a selfie. Fortunately the phone was retrieved before one of our precious giraffe stepped on it and crushed the glass creating a very troubling hazard for the animals.
Yesterday was smartphone free, however a youngster threw their red balloon into the area and the parents thought it ever so cute. I haven’t had a chance to ask the animal keepers exactly why it’s a problem. I know balloons inflated in their area are a very bad thing.
Visualize one stepping on it, the baloon burstng (doings like a gun, yes?) and the herd getting spooked. You take it from there.
Also dropped was a plastic milk bottle which by the time I saw it and reported it to the keepers was splintered at its base, creating another potential problem for the Giraffe and the keepers. I haven’t mentioned it, working around their feet is dangerous. One kick of a Giraffe hoof is powerful enough to take off the head of a lion.
A sippy cup dropped in the elephants’ outdoor enclosure became of dire need for a visitor to regain. Yup. A sippy cup. I want so very much to say, “Give it up, toots” but I do what I can to help them. The Elephant keeper I spoke with over a radio had a bit of exasperation in their voice as they asked, “Does the person know it may not be in the same condition as before it was lost?”. I understand why animal people may not have a great deal of patience with all of us humans.
I’m rained and snowed out of work today which is just dandy. As I was exiting the Zoo grounds after work yesterday, the battery light came on my auto dashboard. The drive home was even longer than usual as I realized it could very well be the alternator. Oh monkey poop. I’ve got it on a charger so I can get it to my favorite mechanics. It probably is the alternator and the battery. I had charged it up this morning and took it for a spin around the block. Lo and behold in the middle of the street was a plastic shopping bag and a green plastic bottle inside. My first thought: Free mouthwash. Free Palmolive dish soap. I did a quick U-turn, opened my car door to retrieve it and saw an empty Gin bottle. Most likely some alcoholic had guzzled the whole half liter down and threw out the evidence in the middle of the street before they got home. What I wonder is who they think they are fooling? Not many mouthwashes are Juniper flavored. And what I also wonder is why people fool themselves into such a sense of self importance. Throwing trash on the ground makes no difference to the rest of us ? Like that million dollar sippy cup left on the ground with no consideration for the animals and nor their caretakers safety. Oh turning yourself into a giant selfie stick so you can show the world however small it is and that you spent a day in the presence of giraffes.
Excuse me. I couldn’t help myself.