Being in New York was a pretty surreal thing to being with, but here’s another kicker – heading to Central Park and chasing around squirrels and even going to the Central Park Zoo. The first time I heard about the Central Park Children’s Zoo, was whilst reading “New York, New York!” – the Baby-Sitters Club Super Special, No. 6. By far my favourite book in the series by the iconic Ann M. Martin. Every time I sat down to consume this amazing novella, I took notes – I wrote down every destination they visited, Claudia’s crazy outfits were briskly short-handed, Dawn’s neuroses about being mugged were hastily dismissed and I eagerly dreamed of a time when I too, could go to New York and kick up some dust.
Fuzzy little squirrel friends are fuzzy little squirrels! I had never actually seen squirrels in real life before this point in time – and the verdict? They’re absolutely adorable! I love the way they sneak around you, outwitting lesser squirrels and taking no crap from the birds – like the Boba Fett of the animal world, but with more fuzz.
The daffodils are starting to flower all over New York – it’s still too early for grass to appear, it seems.
Look! The Central Park Zoo! Located near the southeast corner of Central Park, once we got there, we realised that the park was brimming with children supervised by increasingly bored looking nannies or even more bored looking mothers. Fortunately, there was a large enough population of dog-walers around to keep us entertained as they circled and sniffed each other with gay abandon.
Red pandas! Squee! I adore red pandas!
The Californian sea lions put on a good show – we managed to catch the 11.30AM sea lion feeding show – alongside a gaggle of eager kids. We were also introduced to three of the more skilled of the sea lions – April, Clarisse, and Scooter – who showed-off to their best ability – high-fiving their trainers, showing off their epic flips and catching fish mid-air. I also got a face of salty fashy-tasting water when Scooter thought it would be appropriate to swoosh a wave of tank-fluid at the audience.
The Tisch Children’s Zoo, which runs just down-wind of the main zoo, is packed with fuzzier little buddies – including this very awkward looking goat. It’s main feature is a petting-zoo, where you can go and cuddle a bunny – which, sadly was closed when we cruised over! I was really keen on cuddling some bunnies. I mean, seriously, you have no idea. On the upside, there were two very fuzzy looking baby-alpacas folding down the front. ALPACAS!
A monument to Balto – the heroic Siberian Husky who led his team on the final leg of the 1925 serum run to Nome, in which diphtheria antitoxin was transported from Anchorage, Alaska, to Nenana, Alaska, by train and then to Nome by dog sled to combat an outbreak of the disease. The statue is located on the main path leading north from the Tisch Children’s Zoo. In front of the statue a low-relief slate plaque depicts Balto’s sled team, and bears the following inscription:
Dedicated to the indomitable spirit of the sled dogs that relayed antitoxin six hundred miles over rough ice, across treacherous waters, through Arctic blizzards from Nenana to the relief of stricken Nome in the Winter of 1925.
Endurance · Fidelity · Intelligence
We then wandered past Central Park’s Naumburg Bandshell – which was originally created to show case classical music. Constructed in 1862when we meandered past, there was a full-blown high school band competition in the works – the sounds was impressive, and it filled the greater park of the park with show-tunes. This is the site of both a speech delivered by Martin Luther King Jr. and a eulogy read for John Lennon and lies south of Bethesda Terrace between 66th and 72nd streets.
The Mall and Literary Walk – which looks pretty naked at this time of year.
The Bethesda Terrace, breathtaking – but by this time, I was getting a little tired from all of the walking – and didn’t take many photos. In fact this is the ONLY ONE of the Bethesda Terrace I managed to take. I mean, I didn’t even get a shot of the fountain (which wasn’t working, by the way, so it wouldn’t of looked very nice, anyway), but still – it’s the principle of the matter!
Into the Ramble – which is aptly named as it goes on and on and you have no idea where you are five minutes into your adventure.
We managed a small detour to Strawberry Fields – which is located near Central Park West opposite 72nd Street. For those who don’t know – this memorial pays tribute to the late Beatle, John Lennon – a singer, songwriter, musician and peace activist who was murdered and shot dead in front of his apartment block, on December 8, 1980. This black and white mosaic was named after another famous song by John Lennon, “Imagine” a song that evokes a vision and hope for a world without strife, war and conflict.