It was fun to see a koala awake and eating; the most strenuous activity I had them seen perform previously was a slow opening of the eyes and closing, much like the "exercise" classes I held during my short-lived first job out of college as an Activities Director at a nursing home.
This particularly fluffy kangaroo was the prettiest I had ever seen, and I had to restrain myself from giving him zerbits on his belly.
I bravely walked by the ostriches, an animal that has haunted me ever since my parents cruelly forced me into a van for a drive around Lion Country Safari in Florida. I don't know if I truly remember 'the incident' or if I have recreated the image from my parents teasing me about it for 30 years, but a) they made me sit next to the window and b) a ostrich was on the loose, running alongside our van maneuvering its thin hairy neck attempting to get inside the van (read: eat me). If anyone has ever wanted to film a horror movie about ostriches, I've got the screenplay written in my head. According to the website, Lion Country Safari is "The Best Value Theme Park in Florida". That's right, folks, forget about Disney World--step right up and scar your children for half the price than at other parks!
Luckily, I escaped the ostriches yet again. One of the park staff brought out a python we could hold, and Jackson jumped at the chance; Alex declined.
I'm not a fan of snakes, a fact that was confirmed when I held one for the picture. Kenyon didn't take his eyes of the snake's head the whole time it was near him.
I love this picture of our friends Kylie and Issy; the look on Issy's face was how I felt.
The moment had arrived.
When the park staff brought out Bubbles the Wombat to be held (to be held!!), I swear my eyes filled with tears, but I fought them back because I didn't want to be the crazy lady who cried at the animal park. Bubbles' hefty, stout body was placed into my arms much like my own boys were the moment they were born. And I'm only slightly exaggerating when I say that the amount of joy I felt was pretty darn close to those days as well.
I reluctantly handed her off so other people could experience the utter joy of a wombat snuggle.
I'm already planning my next visit (and snuggle) when my parents come to visit next month.