Animals. A year ago I could take them or leave them. But since my one year old son has started to show an interest in the world beyond breast milk and banging blocks together, animals have taken over my world. Every bedtime story features one; every cuddly toy is an approximation of another. I beam with pride when my son adds another animal gesture to his repertoire (he has perfected the monkey armpit motion but the butterfly flutter still defeats him). My husband and I guffaw inanely at each other’s animal noises. He does a good lion’s roar but admits my boa constrictor hiss is better than his. An authentic elephant trumpet eludes us both. With this in mind, imagine our glee when we discovered that the nearby agricultural college, Kirkley Hall, has opened a Zoological Gardens within its grounds.
We have been meaning to visit for a while, but this week spring seems to have sprung and we heard that KHZG were running a lambing weekend, where entrance to the gardens also included an opportunity to see new lambs being born. Enough time has passed since my own experience of childbirth that this was not an entirely horrifying prospect, so we headed off early on Sunday morning.
What a treat! The “zoo” is accessible and clearly laid out. Our son was fascinated by the range of animals on show. Our friendly and knowledgeable guide took us round the gardens which featured pygmy goats, lemurs, Cameroon sheep and meerkats (at which point every dad in the vicinity adopted a bad Russian accent). Free range birds, including flighty guinea fowls and animated chickens, roam the paths between the enclosures. A reptile house accommodates smaller, scalier creatures and an enormous aviary provides lodgings for a huge variety of birds. Animals aren’t my thing, remember, but I couldn’t help be fascinated as our tour guide explained the creatures on show. Who knew that a newborn wallaby was only an inch long? Or that eagle owls eat 35 chicks a day? The highlight for me however was the marmosets. Only something within the upper echelons of cuteness could make my voice go that high and squeaky.
At the end of the tour we were deposited at the lambing shed. The poor old ewes, heavy with twins or triplets, paced and groaned and twitched in fatigue, contributing to my impression that this place wasn’t too different from a human labour ward. The new born lambs, skittish, slippery and unsteady, were unspeakably sweet and certainly helped us get in the mood for Easter, just a week away.
We were satisfied afterwards by the basic but tasty fare in the Orangery cafe. So, KHZG was a big hit, and we will certainly be back in the future to enjoy some more of the guided walks and exhibits. We returned home buoyed by the challenge of more animal noises to master. Anyone know how to squawk like a guinea fowl?