Behind the scenes at the Western Planes Zoo DUBBO
Early morning rises after late nights have a lot to answer for. After making around four laps of the caravan park, we managed to retrieve all the things we had forgotten in our sleepy haze, and we headed for the Zoo.
Standing at the edge of the lake with just a handful of others, the first thing that hits you is the silence. Normally there is children running, people talking, hustle and bustle, and the smell of sweat as the zoo overflows with human presence. Now it seems like you, nature and the wildlife. But not like a bush walk, there you spy animals by chance, here the strange noises, clear without the normal distraction, build an anticipation unexspected.
Yes some animals are still sleeping, and you do not get to see all the animals, but you get to go out the back and see where they sleep, breed and what they eat. You get insights and little stories from your volunteer guides and just maybe, if you are lucky, an unexpected experience.
Straining to angle the lens ot an inquisitive giraffe (or just hungry) all focus was on getting that perfect shot. I glanced over to where my mum and LR were, at the tail end of our group they don’t get to hear everything that is said, but they were wearing the most amazing smiles….”I patted a Giraffe” was exclaimed. Being a stickler for rules, and dutifully standing behind the yellow line myself, I can not condone this act…but the glint in her eye was worthy of an exception….and then I stood so envious.
During our daytime visit a year ago we hastily past this champion of apes. For then he huddled in the shadows, and almost shied from the crowds. Now he stands tall, swings from every rope even launches into the air in the most acrobatic feats. He is a star on stage, and the glory is all his as he endlessly and effortlessly entertains.
Only Loud whooping and screeching can tear us away from an already enthralling show. As though they know there is attention to be had, the neighbouring party goes off. A family in tow, with hand to mouth, the male chants a rhythm to match no other. Almost on cue, with a wail from the mum a dance ensues. Spinning and screeching with each its place, like watching some great medieval play. The show was only interrupted with a thud to the head, as the baby unexpectantly receives a blow from an out of control banna throw, a badly aimed zookeeper feed. Now this is not something you will see later in the day. In fact when my mum returned the next morning the feeding was already had, and no show was intow (maybe calma for sneeking that pat LOL) Click Here
Dubbo Zoo behind the scenes early morning walk from 6.45am at main plaza for 2hr
$25 adults 12.50 children
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