The Zoo

Aunt Christy got us a family membership to Da Bronx Zoo, or rather the Wildlife Conservation Society. Anyhoo, they have member's nights in July and off we went (after an hour or so on the Cross Bronx.) First stop was Tiger Mountain where the tigers obligingly lazed by the glass, took a dip and wandered around in close proximity.
Tiger, Tiger, burning hot, took a dip, now you are not.
Lela's favorite beast of the moment, courtesy of Lion King (1, 1& 1/2 and 2 - we've seen 'em all, many, many, many times.) We were treated to roaring and pouncing.
A breeze break in the gift shop. Did I mention it was HOT?
Zoo employees get a little flaky at the end of an extra long day.
Out of the 8 zillion stuffed animals in the gift shop, Lela chose.....an elephant (tucked tightly under arm.) Go figure. Lela is all in yellow because that's required to be a lion - not sure of she was Nala , Kiara or Sarabi at the moment. The Thinker.
Some people go this way, and some go that way.
The Zoo had a tattoo booth - and not just a regular old stick-on tattoo, airbrush tattoos. Lela got (naturally) a lion. Lian went for a tiger.
It's not a perfect outing without food. Pizza in the food court, yum.