Do Not Snurgle the Painted Hunting Dogs.

So, on the 2nd, we went to the zoo.

Painted Hunting Dogs are very dangerous. If you drop anything into the enclosure, staff will not go and get it for you. Do not lean over the fence. Do not climb into the enclosure. Do not skritch the Painted Hunting Dogs. Do not try to snurgle their fluffy tummies. Do not wuzz their soft ears. They will eat you.

Zeph looks thoughtful here - somewhat like an academic gesturing with his pipe whilst expounding on a theory. Or maybe I'm mad.

Stop. Lunchtime!

Penguins with chick.

Swimming penguin.

Bendy-necked penguins.

Nettie with penguins (one of them may be the famous Nils Olav. Not Nettie, though. She's Nettie. Also, she's the one who's wearing trousers, in case anyone was in doubt).

Rockhopper penguin.

Snuggly rhinos.

Odd wee sculpture things.



Piss-drinking pigs (with baby piss-drinking pigs)! (No piss-drinking occurred this visit, thankfully.)

Actually, there were quite a lot of young animals at the zoo this time around. Observe:
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Awww, the sleepy tiger!

Herd!


These ravens allegedly solve puzzles.

Rowenna, Nettie and I had a go on a raised assault course thing. I, being scared of heights, was pretty nervous.


Nettie's hand is not as big as a sun bear's paw.


Potoroos!

Matt, as ever, is king of the jungle.

Rounding off the day with a bit of inappropriate touching of a giant stuffed penguin. Good times!