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.
Contemplative Camino 