Twins

I wrote this the other day and just before I posted it my internet failed. I hope I have fixed it now.

One day I was walking through the baby animal nursery and there they were. Twins - rare, but none the less, there they were.

They were named Archie and Edith. Giraffes usually come one at a time.

They were having trouble getting them to take a bottle. Finally, someone came up with the idea of hiding the bottle in her long blonde hair. It worked. No more feeding problems.

Eventually they were moved to an outside pen. I spent many hours with them.

One day, they were both very interested in getting into the bag I had over my shoulder. One actually had it's neck wrapped around my back and coming in to get in the bag. Finally, I remebered I had an apple in the bag. I don't remember how I got out of the tangle of baby giraffes necks, but I still had the apple. LOL

They were eventually moved out with the other giraffes.

Bully

His real name was Bull Durham but we called him Bully.

He was a Cape Buffalo - you know, those animals that can push over a train - or, so I've heard.

I met him at a baby animal nursery. Oh, how he loved to have his head rubbed where the horns were starting to come in. He would stand by the fence just as long as I would do it.

He would know somehow that I was coming before I turned the corner and started heading for his area. He would be getting up and heading for the fence.

We could go face to face and it was just part of our spending time together. One day another guest said "He is going to bite you." I just said "No, he won't. He knows I will bite him back."

The last time I saw him he was trying to climb over the fence. I kept pushing him back. I knew that if he really wanted to, he could come right over the fence. The next time I went back, he was gone. I felt I had lost a friend.

He is out on the island with the others now.