I love fabric. Don’t you? I love the feel, the textures, and the designs. Everything about fabric, really. So when I saw the giraffes at the St. Louis Zoo yesterday, I thought of fabric. Just look at this. How is this not inspiring?
Even more inspiring was a sweet surprise we didn’t expect to see. This little fella is only 17 days old. He’s adorable. I want him.
Giraffes obviously think good posture is the first thing to teach a baby. You know, since they walk at birth, don’t talk back and all that, the parents have to find something to teach the baby.
Personally, I think he looks a bit llama-ish, but whatever, he’s very cute.
There are three females in the enclosure, so I can’t be exactly sure, but I think this gal must be the little fella’s mama, don’t you think?
I can identify with her fatigue. Caring for a newborn is tough! Well, mine never stood straight still at 17 days, so I think she got off a bit easy, but, anyway, she doesn’t have the perspective of having had a newborn human baby, so she’s tired.
The pretty baby apparently got his good looks from his mother’s side of the family.
Okay, that’s just gross. But he’s the only male in the bunch, so it’s not like she could find another giraffe-husband.
He looks kind of ugly even without his tongue showing. The zookeeper said male giraffes grow more knots on their heads as they get older. Looks like this guy is ancient.
I’m not really into animals-in-captivity, even though I do enjoy seeing animals that I’d otherwise never see in real life. Or, realistically speaking, I probably never will. The giraffes seemed a bit bored but at least appeared sane. The polar bear and grizzly bear, however, seemed to have left sanity back in the wilds from whence their great-grandparents came.
Keeping that in mind, we decided to free a monkey on the way out…