Southwick's Zoo: A Review, Part One
We took a trek down the long road, down Route 2, down Route 95/128, down the Pike, down 495, down 85 to 16, down some other road, at which point the directions dissolved from route numbers into: "take a left by the gas station, follow that road for a while."
Sometime after the gas station, and a right turn down a little country road in the town of Mendon, Massachusetts, there is a farm on your right. You might be mistaken that this farm, with horses frolicking alongside the incredibly unimaginatively named Southwick Street and possibly cows and sheep off in the distance, is Southwick's Zoo.
In fact, you would be mistaken. The zoo is on the left. "If I were put in charge of Southwick's Zoo for one day," I thought to myself as we turned into the gigantic field of crushed grass and the cars that had crushed it, "I'd have someone with a sign further down the road, letting you know that the zoo was on the left, and to ignore the horses in the field, who are, apparently, part of a farm exhibit somehow affiliated with the zoo, but not the real heart and soul of the zoo."
We paid our money to get in, slipped the shortest of our tour group under the counter, and so he got in for free. If we were being asked to pay in relation to our level of excitement of entering the zoo, by far he was the most undercharged. This isn't to say myself and L--- weren't excited to be there, it was just that neither of us were chanting/shouting "wye-ud tuddle!" The second word in that phrase, by the way, is almost certainly "turtle." The first... well, it may depend on the day. This occasion we went with "water," somewhat arbitrarily, I have to admit.
And we saw turtles. Well, tortoises. L--- and myself have had long standing... issues, when it comes to turtles vs. tortoises, and when one is one, and when it is not. This is, perhaps, where D--- gets his favorite saying. These tortoises were nearly 500 pounds, so they were kind of difficult to miss.
Birds in nearly every tree around every corner, and not just what I had been calling robins, but are probably... well, not robins. Something else. Some other common bird with a reddish tint to their breast feathers and black ones otherwise. Deer-like things from Africa who were not deer at all. An exceedingly rare red bat. More turtles, chimps, monkeys of so many different colors and types you now have to stop and think when you describe D--- as a monkey to see if you can pinpoint just which monkey he reminds you of at the moment...
Part Two will be forthcoming... next week.
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