I’ve never been a fan of zoos. Animals confined to small spaces in foreign climates and fed alien foods break my heart. But if you have to have one to save a species then the Western Plains Zoo is a good compromise.
We had a perfect spring day to cycle from one paddock to another. A baby hippo galumphed after his mother. The Galapagos tortoises heaved themselves up to their favourite food, mulberry leaves grown in a plantation owned by the zoo.
The otters played like the kittens I’d left at home. The cheetahs lazed in the sun and the giraffes came over to meet us.