And the Master of my Domain. All I survey is in My Hand and under My Control. There is nothing unto which My Authority does not extend.
Except for my son—who pees on me.
A larger view of the big boy at the top can be found here.
A larger view of the disrespectful son can be found here.
This red-headed tribe of forest men and their concubines reside at the Fort Worth Zoo. It's a bit distressing to see their confinement, but it is in fact difficult to get into their heads to discover if they know of their limitations. I've talked before in a beta post about my discomfort of zoos, but I do see the benefits and efficacy of education and preservation.
There is a bit more funky freedom for the Orangutan denizens at our National Zoo in Washington DC. The Pandas there are the stars, and collect hordes of visitors from around the world and are a favorite of locals and American tourists, but are a mecca for Asian travelers.
The Orangutans at the National though have a unique enclosure. Or rather, more than one enclosure. They reside and play in two distantly separated habitats. But they travel between them in their own version of the Trans-Island Skyway. Two stout ropes are strung between towers and the skyway traverses above the regular, unenclosed human visitor habitat. The towers have resting/support platforms, with some electrical barriers just beneath. Many of the tribe enjoy the journeys to and fro. (If they find themselves needing relief while making the transit, I've observed that they politely deposit their business into some inaccessible landscaped areas below, making the viewing more enjoyable for their human cousins.) The ones shown below are Kiko and Bonnie—the male is the one with the Rastafarian locks.
all photos © 2007 barry b. doyle all rights reserved