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Long Sutton: THIS BIRD NEEDS A FLAG TO STAND INFRONT OF, STAT. See above, minus the sister. This is Mr. Crazy goat, an Anglo-Nubian. He was crazy and kept trying to break my hand. A bunch of lemons infront of a bunch of bird displays. At the front, down the bottom: black vulture! The high point of the visit: BURROWING OOOOOOOWLS :D BURROWING OOOOOWLS My dad liked these chaps, Bengal Eagle Owls. WE STOLE YOUR BUFFALO, RED MAN, WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? Doing what I do best: being annoying :D I wound these fellows up so much :D My sister stealing a European Eagle Owl. Rocky the Bavarian pig. He was fat and acted like a doggy :D We laughed as that guy got attacked cleaning the buzzard page. I have forgotten what he is holding in that picture. A horribly bad picture of a possum. An extremely lost rhea. This little fellow was evil. We go to Long Sutton rather a lot, and we actually have another set of pictures, with wild guinea pigs and harvest mice (AWW SOOOO TINY) and weird chinchilla-esque things :D However! That "remote controlled chipmunk" was following my hand when it was doing that. I sent it doolally and then it went bouncing around the cage as they usually do. The pig, Rocky, was running around snuffling and got all excited when it saw me and waddled up and let me stroke it. His back feels weird, like normal skin with bits of fishing line stuck on at regular intervals. In the same cage as the rhea were three wallabies which we took pictures of in the next trip. There were several very beautiful pheasants, too, and rabbits and turkeys and normal goats and llamas. Llamas! And geese which laid eggs, and a pony. The buffalo are really terrifyingly huge, and one gets the impression that the little fence has about as much chance as stopping them as I do of surviving being stamped on by one of those blokes. And the trainer was throwing the food right next to people when he had the turkey vulture out, 'cause he knew the bugger would run right up to people and scare them :D See, there's this little picnic area where the trainer fellow (and trainer lass, who we only have a piccy of with the American bald eagle,) gets a couple of birds, sticks them in boxes, and shows them how they fly/run/hunt individually. It's quite beautiful and usually scary because the trainer's a git. |
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Long Sutton: THIS BIRD NEEDS A FLAG TO STAND INFRONT OF, STAT. See above, minus the sister. This is Mr. Crazy goat, an Anglo-Nubian. He was crazy and kept trying to break my hand. A bunch of lemons infront of a bunch of bird displays. At the front, down the bottom: black vulture! The high point of the visit: BURROWING OOOOOOOWLS :D BURROWING OOOOOWLS My dad liked these chaps, Bengal Eagle Owls. WE STOLE YOUR BUFFALO, RED MAN, WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT? Doing what I do best: being annoying :D I wound these fellows up so much :D My sister stealing a European Eagle Owl. Rocky the Bavarian pig. He was fat and acted like a doggy :D We laughed as that guy got attacked cleaning the buzzard page. I have forgotten what he is holding in that picture. A horribly bad picture of a possum. An extremely lost rhea. This little fellow was evil. We go to Long Sutton rather a lot, and we actually have another set of pictures, with wild guinea pigs and harvest mice (AWW SOOOO TINY) and weird chinchilla-esque things :D However! That "remote controlled chipmunk" was following my hand when it was doing that. I sent it doolally and then it went bouncing around the cage as they usually do. The pig, Rocky, was running around snuffling and got all excited when it saw me and waddled up and let me stroke it. His back feels weird, like normal skin with bits of fishing line stuck on at regular intervals. In the same cage as the rhea were three wallabies which we took pictures of in the next trip. There were several very beautiful pheasants, too, and rabbits and turkeys and normal goats and llamas. Llamas! And geese which laid eggs, and a pony. The buffalo are really terrifyingly huge, and one gets the impression that the little fence has about as much chance as stopping them as I do of surviving being stamped on by one of those blokes. And the trainer was throwing the food right next to people when he had the turkey vulture out, 'cause he knew the bugger would run right up to people and scare them :D See, there's this little picnic area where the trainer fellow (and trainer lass, who we only have a piccy of with the American bald eagle,) gets a couple of birds, sticks them in boxes, and shows them how they fly/run/hunt individually. It's quite beautiful and usually scary because the trainer's a git. |
