Ever since I learned about hornbill birds from a travel book I read 2 years ago, I wanted to see one live. Bali was the place to get up close and personal. I think it was a secret dream of Carl's as well. We had to skip a trip to Komodo Island for logistical reasons, but did get to see one at the zoo. (I'm pretty sure that they would eat my small children if given the chance).
Jane wasn't emotionally prepared to have a bird on her shoulder or head, but was willing to pet one.
Helen has a new favorite animal (the cat has been ousted after years of drawing and dreaming about) - the parrot. Alice is not convinced that those birds were tame. In the picture on the right you will see Ryan participating in the "Birds of Prey" show. He has a delightful morsel of meat on his head that they bird seen in the background swooped right up. I'm really proud of this picture. I think it shows excellent patience and anticipatory skills.
I am not ashamed to admit that cracked plexiglass holding the weight of all my children above a "sleeping" crocodile makes me nervous.
There is a lot of roaring going on in this picture, although not necessarily by the lion in the background who is perfectly posed like the lion in the movie Madagascar.
Petting zoos are a little different than in the States. There were of course two dozen rabbits and a few naughty goats, but the rest were deer of all shapes, colors and sizes.
There is something magical that happens between the ages of two and four when all of a sudden elephants aren't totally terrifying. Jane and Helen loved feeding the elephants and Carl was willing to watch from my back, but Alice was confident that the elephants were out to get her.
She might have been right...
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