So after four cups of caffeine between the seven of us (you do the maths), we did eventually go and see the animals.
In no particular order, we covered koalas, giraffes, lions, a stripy tiger (tautology?), an ostrich (very fleetingly), gorilla, elephants, a sleeping bear, monkeys, zebras, tropical birds and kangaroos (also sleeping).
And in case you can’t tell the mammals apart in the photos…
3) Koala (can you see the little guy?)
4) Rick and Pete (in backpack)
Angus had the best time running around with Nan (who is fitter than all the rest of us combined). The only animal he didn’t see was the bear, because he refused to go into “the bear cave.” Rick’s mum worked out later that it was because of the scary bear that chases the happy family in ‘We’re going on a bear hunt.’ I love how insightful my mother-in-law is and I love how my little boy can put two and two together.
Personally, I was quite taken with the giraffes. They seemed so – novel. Almost cartoonish. Like they’d been lifted straight out of some children’s book. Yup, if I’d won the door prize and had the option of taking an animal home with me, it would’ve been one of the giraffes.
And yes, the answer to my little quiz is five Mason boys. Good work, you guys.
(Hopefully my very kind father-in-law won’t mind that I’ve just referred to him as a ‘boy’ in the blogosphere…)