Previous images from the Cincinnati Zoo that I brought you came with ample description of the animals present. For the set of photos today, I was so caught up in capturing the moment that I neglected to record much about their identities.
This bird displays a wild array of feathers, but I like the color similarities between its red eye and burgundy feathers even more.
This member of canidae looks to be less than fully grown, but already fully charming.
Last but not least, I thought this literal picture of a cat picture (an ocelot, I believe) captures the zoo experience quite well.
I’m not sure quite what the title simile means, but this picture from our trip to the Cincinnati Zoo does speak to a certain lack of elegance on the part of the reptilian half of the relation.
At the Cincinnati Zoo, this bird watched carefully for the right moment to spear fish from a nearby pool. After 10 minutes, the bird gave up and flew away. I guess it wasn’t worth the trouble.
In the Cincinnati Zoo, this bird has a pool of fish from which it can dine at any time. That’s a pretty solid deal, and the bird waited patiently for the right moment to strike—perhaps knowing that it had a captive audience (and a captive meal).
Though my focus remains landscape/cityscape photography, I appreciate the new details to be found in photographing more mammalian subjects. Just look at these snow leopards at the Cincinnati Zoo: they have such enormous paws.
Livestock of the North Country are, well, lively, even in winter. The shaggy coat and the bright sky must help. On a night with a sunset like this one, I share the llama’s need to go out and investigate.
Though I have a creeping suspicion that I’ve misidentified this lovely little African bird and his breed-season plumage, I nonetheless really like the juxtaposition of avian delicacy with brütal thorns.
I know camouflage is situational, but this is ridiculous.
During my safari in Zulu Nyala, I came face-to-face with this Cape buffalo. They’re apparently unpredictable, and have never been domesticated. I appreciate the idea of the “rogue cow cousin,” like the Wolverine of cattle.
This zebra mare isn’t part of a stallion’s harem yet (she’s young), so she hangs out, grazing and scratching herself on cars, by the tents of Zulu Nyala. Though by no means domesticated, she was remarkably docile (and uninterested in the behavior of the humans going about their daily lives around her.)