The Savannah
Tuesday, March 9th, 4:14PM
Bitter cold.
And they had game hens that make an awful, obnoxious, clucking racket.
Yeah, so how I'm feeling right now making all of these pages more-or-less reflects how we felt at about this point in our zoo-going adventure: Kind of tired of it, but also irrationally compelled not to leave one thing out. Except I'm sitting right now (8:45PM, March 21st) inside at the Austin Java Company, which is neither especially cold nor full of the stench of animal crap.