If you missed Taronga Zoo-Roar&Snore-Part 1<—–click here. Spoiler Alert: While the Taronga Zoo Roar&Snore experience is different every time, if you plan to visit you might want to read this post after you go. It’s all better as a big surprise.
After we slept (sort of) the night away at Taronga Zoo we woke at 630am to this… Breakfast and coffee awaited in the main tent and then at 7 we were summoned to meet our guides near the mountain goats. The zoo was closed to the public until 9am so our guides still had surprises in store for us for the next two hours. 7am is generally the time all the animals get fed and their habitats get cleaned, so they are at their most active. We paid a morning visit to the Tapir who is a vulnerable species, not just unsure as to whether he’s a pig or an elephant or an anteater…
and the Komodo dragon, the world’s largest lizard. Neither fun to be nor to be around, the Komodo dragon must run for its life the minute it’s born so the older Komodos, including his parents, don’t eat him. If he bites one of his friends, they will walk away possibly only offended, but then they’ll slowly die from a bacterial infection due to all the crazy things that live in a Komodo’s mouth. Moving on…
The big cats awaited their brekky while Michael stole some gorgeous shots.
Then we were off to our next stop and mind you, they wouldn’t ever tell us where we were off to next. It was always a surprise.
And then they let us feed the giraffes (!!!) which is maybe the best thing I’ve ever done I had no idea I ever wanted to do. Michael took this rapid fire series we like to look at while we hum the theme from Jaws.
We will not be outdone by the Royals. For more on their visit to Sydney click here—>William & Kate
Then we moved on to the Koala. She was just waking up from her 20 hour nap and had enough energy to actually jump from one tree to another which I guess is something to see because it made G and I really happy.
Can you believe after ALL this they then took us back to the education center to show us an echidna? Who even knows what that is? David Attenborough, that’s who. He’s the one who told us about it one evening on some fantastic BBC program before we moved down under. He explained this creature who along with the platypus is the only mammal left on the planet who lays eggs. Again, they are only found in Australia.
Then came the Flying Fox, just like the very one we saw/heard at Paperbark Camp <—click here to read more about him. I will be honest, close up he was no more endearing to me than he was when he flew past us that night, but everyone says they are very sweet. I’ll take their word.
After the Flying Fox we thought for sure this must be the end of the tour. There couldn’t possibly be any more to see at this zoo, except for the chimpanzees we passed en route to one last (unbeknownst to us at the time) surprise.
Each animal at Taronga lives in an enclosure which mimics its actual habitat in the wild. In the morning the animals are moved into pens so their keepers can clean the enclosure and implement daily enrichment activities for them. Rather than just leave a bowl of food at the door, they make the animals hunt for it. It keeps them sharp, entertained and ultimately happier. Notice the Mama chimp up above using a stick to get some food placed for her out of a hole in the rock.
So our last hurrah at Taronga was to go inside the Sun Bear enclosure to set up all sorts of activities for them for the day. It was oddly exhilarating to be inside the enclosure when the animals who live there are in their pens. As we awaited instructions one of the bears banged on the metal door because he wanted to come out. Maybe two or three seconds were shaved off my life at that moment.
We divided into groups of six and our group was given the following: some chicken livers wrapped in paper to hide, a hollow medicine ball to fill with nuts and dried fruits, some scented oil to spritz around, and lots of jam and peanut butter. We let the kids hide everything, which was as much fun to watch as it was to then watch the bears come out and find it all. When we were done, we exited the habitat, made our way backstage past the bears in their dressing rooms and came outside to where you would normally watch the bears if you were just passing by at the zoo.
It was such a treat to see them find all the things the kids placed around.
These two particular bears were rescued from South East Asia. A business man purchased them from a restaurant when he discovered they were on the menu for bear paw soup. Restaurants take great pride in serving this delicacy in their restaurants, but in order to serve it, they keep the bear alive in the back and chop off each paw as needed until all four paws are gone and then they leave the animal to die.
These two escaped this fate and the zoo developed an app called Wildlife Witness. You can get it on iTunes. When and if you ever travel to areas where there are endangered animals, you can use the app to make a clandestine report if you see anything illegal.
Now after all of this, our tickets also included the ability to stay at the zoo all day if we wished. So we took our friends to see all the Australian animals like kangaroos, the platypus and the wombat, then we all had to take a nap.
It was terrific. Is that whole thing not terrific? It exceeded our expectations. As our group dispersed they thanked us and let us know the bulk of the money we spent on the experience goes to their conservation efforts. I thought it went to Prosecco, so you can imagine how excited I was to learn I was wrong.
If you’re so inclined to make a donation to Taronga Zoo’s conservation efforts, you can do so here—>Taronga Conservation Society
Spoiler Alert: While the Taronga Zoo Roar&Snore experience is different every time, if you plan to visit you might want to read this post after you go. It’s all better as a big surprise.
If someone said to you, “Oh you have to spend the night at the zoo!”
What would you say?
I would say, “No I don’t. Why would I ever do that?”
But then I did it. And so did G and Michael and our dear friends who came all the way from New York. We spent the night at the zoo.
If you are like me and you hesitated at the thought of a night in a zoo, let me assure you as a recently reformed zoo slumberer, I was wrong to hesitate.
You have to spend the night at the zoo.
Now, to be fair, the Taronga Zoo isn’t just a zoo. It’s kind of spectacular, but not just because it’s nestled into the Sydney Harbour, and not just because we slept in the tents you see above in queen size beds with mattress warmers, but because it is ALL about conservation and the protection of endangered species. Their Roar and Snore program is a full-on, jam packed fifteen hours and the money you pay to be their guest goes to their conservation efforts and sustainable practices.
Michael took fantastic photos and I tried to fill in the gaps with other shots from around the web so we can take you on a sort of virtual tour of our experience. I know it’s not the same as being there, but if you enjoy it or learn something crazy like we did, maybe consider a donation to the Taronga Zoo—>you can click here to learn how.
To get to the zoo by 615pm we had to take an evening ferry, which is a nice way to start out anything you might ever want to do. Once we crossed the harbour, a bus took us to the entrance of the zoo all the way on the top of a hill. It’s built into a hillside like a medieval French town, you start at the top and work your way down. The zoo is closed to the public, but there were a total of thirty people in our overnight group. While we waited for others to arrive we were given an infrared torch (that’s Australian for flashlight) so we could familiarize ourselves with the entrance and marshes which included many species of birds and a tree kangaroo with her new Joey.
Some of what we saw in the infrared, looks like this in the light of day:
While the photo below may just look like any old pelican, these guys can weigh up to 18 pounds and have the longest beak known to aviary-dom. To put it in scale, they are bigger than G and slightly terrifying.
Once the full group was assembled we all walked down the hill together to our campsite with pitstops for stories and safety precautions along the way. We learned there are only two alarms at the Taronga Zoo, one for fire and one for escaped animals. Just as your mind begins to formulate the thought you are about to sleep somewhere with an escaped animal alarm, they stumble you onto this view. Well played.
They moved us into the main tent where one of our guides said, “Now we’re just going to get some nibbles and a few drinks into you before we take you on a nighttime Safari.” No one will say this to you outside of Australia. We were Fantastic Mr. Fox-esque the way we attacked the cheese platter (see carnage in lower right corner of the photo below) while we drank Prosecco and honestly, if they had said right then—ok, night night, thanks for coming—I would have been perfectly content with just the sipping and nibbling over that view. Instead they brought in a stick insect, a tree frog, and a Children’s python. Now look closely under that leaf and you’ll see a brownish shrimp looking thing. That would be a stick insect. It eats leaves and has evolved to look like one so it can eat them in peace, safe from predators.
The Children’s Python is named for the scientist J.G. Children, not because it’s the perfect python for your kids. However, if you are in the market for a python for your kids, this is actually a good choice as it’s non venomous, eats only a few mice per week, has soft teeth and is apparently a lot of fun at parties. He is very smooth and hard like a finger nail and no matter how nice everyone said he was, when his tongue flickered out to taste the air around G, it took everything in me to keep my MaMa Bear reflex at bay and not tackle the handler.
This super cute tree frog is also not venomous. He just hangs out in people’s back yards down under and reminds me of my favorite Garth Brooks singing frog in Vegas.
On our way to the outdoor bathroom after dinner, G’s Godsister and I were almost eaten by a crazy brushtail possum. As we descended the stairs to the block of restrooms I heard a rustle in the tree right next to me. I froze and grabbed her shoulders and said, “Don’t move.” I learned that trick from watching Jurassic Park. If there’s a velociraptor in the bushes…you just don’t move. But it was just a possum, a big possum, but still, not a velociraptor. One of our guides had warned us though, ‘You have to zip up your tent, because even if you don’t have food, the possums will come in to eat your toothpaste and your lipstick. If you corner them they can get very aggressive and if that happens to you, well, you’re on your own.’
The safari began with a visit to the male Asian elephant named Gung. He makes a high pitched noise like the sonar on a submarine and has to be kept in his own bachelor pad as his only purpose in life is to impregnate any female elephant he can find who is in season. The mothers and calves stay together in a big group separated from him because he’s so
annoying aggressive. They live this way in the wild as well. This photograph on the left makes him seem so small, I assure you, he is not.
And zebras are always awesome. They are awesome at night and during the day. They are particularly awesome in Australia because instead of calling them ZEE-bras, they call them ZEB-ras. Our two favorite facts about the zebra—
1. under their stripes they are brown.
2. who ever has the biggest backside is the leader and winner of all the prizes in the zebra world.
And then there’s the salt water croc, by far the most terrifying creature on the planet. The one at the zoo is on the smaller side, but they can grow to be eight hundred million feet long or something horrible like that. They eat sharks for God’s sake, the animal I used to consider most terrifying. They are found in Northern Australia and to be fair, most reported cases of crocs dining on humans occur because said humans decided to go for a swim or to fish or to camp in areas where it is often well known and clearly marked: Crocs live HERE. But you know how people are, they take their chances. If you learn anything from reading this post I hope it is to know better than to ever ever get nonchalant in the environs of an animal who has been around since the dinosaurs. If it can survive whatever happened to cause the dinosaurs to become extinct, it will eat you if it wants to.
The Fennec Fox, however, is the opposite of the saltwater croc in that you want it as a pet. They have great big ears and kind of look like chihuahuas. The mother and father rested under their heat lamp as the desert is their thing while two little ones ran around and around and around in circles, much to G’s delight.
And then there was this beautiful antelope called a Bongo. There are only one hundred left in the wild. Yikes. They are concentrated in only a few small spots in Africa where logging and poaching push them to the brink of extinction.
The Himalayan Mountain Goats were G’s last stop on our evening walk as Michael snuck him off to the tent early to put him to bed. The rest of us stole off to watch all the big cats sleep, which was amazing, but not nearly as amazing as they were in the morning as you’ll see.
We were back at our tents by 10pm for tea and dessert. After we cleaned up and climbed into the warm bed to fall asleep I did that thing I did after I saw Psycho for the first time. I psyched myself out so much after I watched it, I had to shower with the curtain open because I knew the minute I closed it, Anthony Perkins would show up at the door in a wig. This time a silver backed gorilla took the place of Mr. Perkins in my psyche. But I did fall asleep eventually and somewhere chimpanzees screamed like Janet Leigh and lions roared and then it was morning. It was awesome.
PS-as I scrolled through images of all these animals, there was not one who was not pictured somewhere hanging out with David Attenborough.
The following post is based on actual events.
“What is this?” Michael asks.
“Oh that’s Cloud Cuckooland from the LEGO movie. I got it for G when you were out of town the last two days because he was such a good boy and I just thought…wait. Why do you have a photo of it on your phone?”
“And what’s this?” he asks.
“That’s just…well, that’s Abraham Lincoln of course…as you know…G got the LEGO White House for his 4th birthday, and I just…well I thought Abraham Lincoln would look so cute on top of it and…did G take this picture?”
“And Homer Simpson?”
“Well…he’s from the new Mini Figure series and G just loves him.”
“Really? G’s 4. He’s never seen the Simpsons.”
“Well, what’s not to love? Look he has a little donut and a remote control and…wait a minute. What’s going on here?”
“Sweetie, I’m not sure how to tell you this,” Michael says with deep concern.
“What? How to tell me what?”
“Your recent behavior is a little…LORD BUSINESS.”
“What??? How could you say that to me?” I gasp.
“I had the baby-sitter collect evidence for me while I was gone.”
“You spied on me?”
“I felt I had no choice. She sent me the photos I just showed you. I have to admit, this new evidence, coupled with the knowledge you won’t allow G to disassemble his other 4th birthday present of the Lego Parisian Restaurant,
he is not allowed to access the bricks from the LEGO Winter Cottage because you have declared it can only be put together at Christmas time, AND the fact you have organized all of his bricks by color, gives me pause.”
“At least I didn’t organize them by size,” I offer.
“I’m sure you thought about it.”
“See. I’m afraid you might be a little too involved in the management of a childrens’ toy. I just want to help you.”
“Yes, that reminds me. I need to show you something.”
“How did you get this?” Michael asks clearly stung.
“The babysitter told me G wanted to show her a video you made on the iPad. She thought I’d like to see it too. (pause.) Nice work on that arch by the way.”
“You think so? Thank you. I was pleased with it, but I felt it needed a few more brown bricks to be reinforced.”
“The brown bricks from the Winter Cottage would be perfect for that. Wouldn’t they?”
I’m reposting this because it is my most viewed post ever AND my least liked, which I find fascinating.
I also want to clarify something important.
If the video RUN (below) was an R rated movie I saw at the movie theatre, I would think nothing of it because I am that desensitized now. I am not against violent movies adults pay to go see. I’m pretty Libertarian like that, Quentin Tarantino.
But this video RUN was paid for by Jay-Z and Beyonce as a promotional video for their upcoming tour. They made it for fun, then they put it on You-Tube for every kookaburra on the planet to see…for free…as many times as they’d like…over and over and over again.
I find this egregious as Beyonce also requests below We Demand a Plan. I think we’d all LOVE a plan. Was this in the plan? This is why I think Solange lost her mind and attacked Jay-Z in that elevator at the Standard.
Do we give carte blanche to our influencers and icons to ask us this:
And then do this? (Warning: This video is rated R.)
What do you think?