And did you hear the keeper report that "They knew they shouldnt have done it so they took themselves back to the enclosure after a runaround". No need to re-capture !
Flying_john wrote:And did you hear the keeper report that "They knew they shouldnt have done it so they took themselves back to the enclosure after a runaround". No need to re-capture !
I missed that bit. Excellent!
While you might think that I couldn't possibly comment.
Reminds me of a lovely story I was told about the early days of Longleat. (My own enclosure is just round the corner).
This told to me by the farmer involved, so assume a Wilts accent whilst reading:
So I went out into the yaard, see. And there boi the baarn was a dirty great hipper-ppotamus. I thart to moiself "Where did that come to?" and then Oi thart "That'll be one of Lord Bath's pets. Oi shall give 'im a ring and tell 'im".
So Oi rang up, and Oi said to the bloke that arnsered: "Oi've got one of your hipper-ppotamuses in moi yaard. You can come and get 'er* any toim you likes - I've closed the gate on 'er.
So a little bit later they all turns up in a bliddy great vaaan, and we went round the yard to fetch 'im.**
And my bliddy gate 'ad a bliddy great hipper-ppotamus-shaped 'ole in it.
*Because obviously it will have been a male one. **Because... well, I dunno. It's just like that sometimes.