The Zoo

I went to the Central Park Zoo a couple of weeks ago, mainly because I'd seriously rather be around animals than people...How sad is that?! Anyway. My friend and I rushed in so we could catch the penguin feeding. I've been a fan of those guys since before they starting having hit movies every other week. All of a sudden, a voice started talking to us. One of those not British but maybe should have been older voices. We turned to see a volunteer lady talking to us about the penguins. She said that we must come back in the spring because that is when they put a bunch of stones in the tank so the little guys can start building homes. Way to be specific, it IS spring. Once again, anyway. So. She told us that one year a penguin built his fort so high that they called him Trump. Ha ha. She also informed of us that male penguins are supposed to offer a stone to the lady of his choosing and then they hang out in his fort for a bit and make a little pinguino. She said they do this ever year. I asked if they stay with the same lady. She said not always. Sad I thought. She said that one year there were two males just goofing off together and they neglected to offer any lady a stone. Speculations of their sexuality started to swirl. The following year they both approached the same lady however. The zoo peeps then believed that new just needed to have fun and goof off and be young. Why grow up so fast?! One year a penguin offered his stone to one of the ladies (human sort) that cleaned up his area. He probably thought, she gives me food, cleans up after me, in the very least I could offer her a stone and mate with her. Good thinking boy. After my friend and I thanked the voice for her knowledge, she started to tell the same story to some other youngish women. I over heard one of the women ask the same question I had about mating for life. She looked disappointed too.


All in all, the zoo was a good call. The one human we interacted with told us some nice stories and then we got to leave her. No harm, no foul. Well, except for those chicken in the petting zoo...and the pinguinos....and the exotic dudes in that sauna-like area. 


Bad blog. Ah.