Milk and zebras
Aug. 28th, 2009 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessSome people can just head out in the afternoon to pick up a half gallon of milk.
Me, I get accosted by people needing to tell me about Russian spies and prisoners released from Russia in 1952 to enjoy a full life largely spent, apparently, riding a single speed bicycle through the wild streets of Lodz who are now 98 and still riding the same single speed bicycle which either says a lot about them or a lot about Lodz.
Oh, and zebras. And wildebeasts.
In point of fact the zebras did not do any accosting, but although I was born near a zoo (explains so much, doesn't it?) my life has not, alas, put me in a position where I am accustomed to seeing zebras on my way to go get milk, so I paused to watch them as they peacefully grazed. Zebras are awesome.
All of this did, however, make me curious enough to do a bit of research on what the hell zebras are doing in this part of Florida – I mean, I grant that we're on the edge of urban areas here, but not that rural, and they clearly don't belong to a zoo. As it turns out, they and the ostriches and other wild if not precisely native to Florida creatures belong to a private owner, the Briley Farm, which has a nice website.
Zebras. Ostriches. Former Russian prisoners. And milk. I have to say after that the milk seemed disappointingly tame.
Me, I get accosted by people needing to tell me about Russian spies and prisoners released from Russia in 1952 to enjoy a full life largely spent, apparently, riding a single speed bicycle through the wild streets of Lodz who are now 98 and still riding the same single speed bicycle which either says a lot about them or a lot about Lodz.
Oh, and zebras. And wildebeasts.
In point of fact the zebras did not do any accosting, but although I was born near a zoo (explains so much, doesn't it?) my life has not, alas, put me in a position where I am accustomed to seeing zebras on my way to go get milk, so I paused to watch them as they peacefully grazed. Zebras are awesome.
All of this did, however, make me curious enough to do a bit of research on what the hell zebras are doing in this part of Florida – I mean, I grant that we're on the edge of urban areas here, but not that rural, and they clearly don't belong to a zoo. As it turns out, they and the ostriches and other wild if not precisely native to Florida creatures belong to a private owner, the Briley Farm, which has a nice website.
Zebras. Ostriches. Former Russian prisoners. And milk. I have to say after that the milk seemed disappointingly tame.