It's All Happening At The Zoo

Some pictures from last Saturday at the zoo. All of the men of the household were recovering from colds, and were therefore peckish, difficult, and needy. We are feeling better now, but have likely passed on our germs to the woman of the house.

Caleb refused to leave Thomas and the Magic Railroad at home. Or in the car. Or the stroller. He carried it all around the zoo that day, or at least up until the point where he pitched it into the koi pon. Giant goldfish swarmed around its plastic case, testing it to see if it was food. By now, I'd imagine, they've taken the DVD from the case and played it on their underwater televisions. "Holy Carp!," they are probably saying, "Alec Baldwin is in this?" (Caleb, by the way, recovered from this tragedy in time to enjoy birthday cake with me on Sunday.)

After a through examination, Sam was pretty certain that at least one of these people was a statue.

Watching the Oceans of Fun show for the eleventy-jillionith time.

A sea lion engaging in the kind of behavior that propagates sea mammal stereotypes.

It's a sad thing to look at these pictures and realize that summer was still going strong just last Saturday afternoon. Since then, it's dropped crisply into the 40's at night, leaves are falling, and some of us are wearing sweaters. It's hard to let go of the summer, because you know it means the steady progression into the other thing. See you next year, Chill on the Hill. Adios, sea lions. Godspeed, ye sweetcorn and tomatoes.