ironymaiden | if i were and ibex and you were a gazelle, would you still call me deer?

C and i had Thanksgiving at the zoo. the food and the ambience were good, and the dinner crowd was largely adults and teens. we saw the tiny foxes and the teeny tiny monkeys, and i continue to be amazed at how unobservant people are. we sat in the rain forest canopy exhibit (a nice warm place to digest) and watched the birds. i lost count of how many families stomped by saying, "there aren't any birds in here." the noise of their passing startled the damn things into flight; even if you didn't see them, you could follow the sound and foliage disturbance of their passage. Woodland Park is one of the really wonderful places in Seattle. the Jaguar was really active today, so we got a good look at him. C pointed out the the lions are right next to the wild dogs, which lions have helped to hunt to near-extiniction in the wild - the lion that was out today was right up against the shared wall, intent, tail twitching. those sadistic zoo planners; the wolves can actually see the elk. i was fascinated by the fat sassy wild bunny that was in the siamang enclosure right by the glass wall munching on fallen lettuce. C chatted with a keeper in a neighboring enclosure and he said that the bunnies are everywhere and you have a better chance of seeing rabbits in the zoo than anything else. we were so droopy after lunch that we didn't go to the nocturnal animals exhibit (my favorite). still, i find some new detail every time we visit. and for some reason, the peacock seemed to be following us.
i took C for a walk around the rose garden so that he could see rosehips. there were only a few, in fact, there were still late blooms. i forget that it just doesn't get very cold here.
we came home and lazed about, watched Spartacus (and even today society debates oysters vs snails), napped, sipped tea,and snuggled.

is it just me, or has James Bond gotten more violent?