So I’m an adult now. To answer a question I’ve been asked many times, I do not feel the slightest bit more grown up whatsoever.
I’m not in the habit of celebrating my birthday. Do you remember being a kid and waking everyone up at 6am ’cause it’s your birthday? Now things are more like “Ahh, I can sleep until 6pm because it’s my birthday.” Willie said we could do whatever I wanted that day though, so I dragged him along to sweat it out at the Botanical Gardens. Well, it’s what I wanted to do!
Some pics: (Sorry for the quality, everything was taken from behind wire cage walls.)
A Scarlet Ibis, their colours are incredible.
This was my favourite, a Crowned Pigeon.
A friendly duck that Willie made friends with. It waddled right up to us, looked him in the eye, and started what could only be described as having a conversation. We’re pretty sure it was begging for feed, but it was still damn cute.
Unfortunately most of the mammals were snoozing, save for the lemurs. Good lemur:
Bad, bad lemur!
Told you the rest were napping. This guy was huge.
There were also various cranes, parrots, primates, and a couple of reptiles, but since parts of the park were under renovation I couldn’t really get a good look. Strangely enough though, while surrounded by all sorts of exotic creatures Willie found the highlight of the day to be a small animal that was scuttling around the outside of the bird enclosures. “Oh my God, a squirrel! I’ve never seen a squirrel before – look at it go!”
… You know, I’ve been sitting here typing this trying to think up some words of wisdom. They don’t seem to want to come to me. I don’t know what to say about officially becoming an adult. I feel just as small, just as sheepish, just as strange, and just as absolutely complete as before. Maybe that’s where I’m meant to be for now.