Keshav bows a
theat
al farewell to the
miniature shaggy onies and we
eore the range of
animals and
birds in n en
losures
attered
a
ross the sloes of this ͵ͲͲ
re
rk. The
ren and Dinkar and I are
already unleashed from the
nstr
-
tions of the daily ressures of our Mumbai
life. This
first sto itself gives me a good
feeling about our
e of this year’s
destination. We are going to bond
together in fun and subtle learning, mostly
in wide oen lan
es, but never far
from vibrant ur
res.
The lake is a jumble of birds of a different
feather
f
together with whistling,
gurgling and squawks. How
leverly every
en
losure tea
s
ldren so many
things. Gaurika is already taking notes on
‘How To Build A Pond and St
k It’. Not in
Ǧǡ Ǥ
Our own Indian ea
ks strut with
ultramarine n
ks, sweeing the hway
with their green-eyed tails. But Keshav is
attr
ted by the huge
waddling
around the layground of slides and
swings,
hasing away other intruding
birds with their strong,
wings.
He
into an imitation, and I get
this memorable shot for our album. These
birds are obviously trained, and are gentle
with the
ren, but ks kee a
ey
Ǥ
The two elehants, Jyoti and Vishesh,
don’t interest our kids who rush off to
rane at the giraffes–four adults and three
babies as they merge, all legs and
ks,
in the yellow light. ‘Are zebras bla
k with
white stries or white with bla
k striesǫ’
I ask the
±d question. ‘It’s all the
same,’ says Keshav r
ly,
distr
ted by the
head w
has
suddenly red out over a like
a nosey neighbour. At the next
age
Gaurika squeals, “Oh look at this
buddha-baba!dz Dinkar informs her that it
is “an ror Tamarin. It belongs to the
squirrel family, and gets its name from its
distin
ive bushy, white m
s
w
h droo like those of the German
ror, Wilhelm IIǤdz
The
ldren run wild with ex
tement
over this tumbling
Ǥ But they
are stunned into
by the brooding
ϐre of Boulas,
Ǧ
gorilla.
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