No, I’m not pregnant. Got ya!
I’m talking about an animal. Our local zoo, The Living Desert, has a new resident- a baby giraffe, born on May 21st. Well, even though it’s been a few weeks since his birth, the little guy (or should I say big guy at 6 feet tall, already!) still doesn’t have a name. So, the zoo in conjunction with the local newspaper, The Desert Sun are holding a contest to name him. The name should reflect the giraffe’s native habitat in Sub-Saharan Africa and include a relavent reason as to why you’re suggesting the name.
So, any ideas? I think the contest is geared more towards families so is it wrong that I, a 30-something married, childless woman, is thinking about entering? The winner receives a VIP tour and a yearly pass to the zoo for 2 adults and 4 children! What if I did win and the second runner up was a family of 6? I would have deprieved them of fun family entertainment for a year! Ah, I’m torn.
And, for those thinking that zoos are bad, well, the Living Desert is quite unique. Think of animal conservation center meets wilderness park meets botanical garden meets nature preserve. It showcases the natural wonders, plants and animals of deserts from around the world in their native habitat and shows you that ‘desert’ doesn’t necessarily mean barren wasteland.
Baby No Name
photo by Marilyn Chung, The Desert Sun