Wednesday, March 23, 2016

#87 Menagerie: Year of the Monkey.

It's been a while. Thank you for waiting. We really appreciate it.

We have been sitting here for, um well, a long time. We sit on these rocks, leap around and pick insects out of our baby's fur and eat them. Groom, sun, relax and make mischief. At the highest point of our rock island we can see the Sea Lions putting on their show for you. They dive, turn over, flap and clap for treats and laughs. Then they swim neurotic laps and wait for you to leave (which eventually you will) when the show is over. Then you come over to us. We have water, too, but don't have to embarrass ourselves by putting on a show for you.

We are Snow Monkeys and You are our show.

You crack us up to bits.

We think you are ridiculous when you hold your young children atop the glass and metal railing. If you drop your baby in our pool we promise not to hurt her. We might swim over and fish her out, carry her to the top of the rock and pick insects from her furry head and eat her juice box. She won't mind and it will make a great story for all of us. You are so predictable.

Our particular primate species originates in Japan. Don't mix us up with the Red Pandas who are also from a temperate Asian climate, but not Japan. They like to climb trees and attract a lot of attention because people think they are cute. Anything called 'a Panda' is cute. Good branding.

Back to us.

We have a few secrets to share with you. The Central Park Zoo began as an animal menagerie in the 1850's. Things have shaped up over time and animals are given what appear to be "authentic habitats" which is a joke, because what non-domesticated animal likes living in a habitat the size of a two bedroom apartment?

It isn't natural.

We have tackled that problem by leaving the zoo at night, taking the subway downtown to South Ferry where we travel (by Water Taxi) to the Statue of Liberty. We have our connections and won't say how and who, but we get inside Lady Liberty and scamper up the steel stairs to her crown. We sit on her torch and watch the boats sail by, the planes land at JFK and the city sparkle like a menagerie.

You are ridiculous.

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