Feeding Giraffes

We did finally get to that sixth city I forecast in a previous post. We called Richmond home for the final full weekend of Virginia, visiting our brother-in-law's new home, playing with a pair of cousins we don't see often enough, and sightseeing. 

Sherry got off lucky. No historical boondoggle this time. Instead . . .

the Richmond Metro Zoo

Honestly, I didn't have high hopes. Richmond is a small city. How good of a zoo could it have. 

However, they sold animal kibble at the gate, and allowed you to feed several of the animals as you visited. 

A few observations: 

An emu doesn't hurt one as badly as one would expect when feeding them from the hand. 

An ill-tempered pig will bite you, and it will hurt, when you aren't careful. 

Some animals are so ugly it's hard to imagine they have any redeeming qualities, even if they don't bite. 

Feeding a giraffe is one of the most entertaining and disgusting things one can do at a zoo. 

I appreciate how this zoo let one get fairly close to the animals, and for some reason many of them showed quite a bit of personality. Our three hours there were filled with more laughs than a typical zoo trip.