I’ve been neglecting my blogging duties severely this month, but that will change as of September. Just for now, here’s another of my musings after a day at London Zoo.
The sloth lives up to her name as she lazes in the foliage. A mild, unhurried and affable face looks back at mine as she deftly slips along the branches. One she is perched, her extraordinary curling toes begin to groom her fur.
There are, however, more surprises than the sloth among the trees in the jungle enclosure. Brightly coloured birds circle the canopy and fleet-footed monkeys scamper along within it. Some spring between trees as though pricked by a nail while others scratch themselves against the bark. They are a comical sight to be sure, but one cannot help but marvel at their mastery of arboreal life.
Brilliant birds trill and chatter in the aviary; hardly surprising that their sharp songs are continuous as intruders are passing by almost continually! But if you look with the senses of an artist, it is merely nature’s music and jewellery.
Black and white colobus monkeys sit sedately, or caper round their climbing apparatus, not as nimble as the marmosets, but still a wonderful sight.
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