Elephant Orphanage: The Little Guys

Part of the Nairobi National Park is an elephant orphanage. Currently, they have thirteen elephants under the age of two and a baby rhino. Visitors can come on any day from 11 to 12 in the morning to learn about them and watch them feed.

As you can see, a lot of people come to see these guys. During the first half hour, they bring out the youngest elephants--those under one year of age. All of them have been orphaned because of the death of their mothers or have been lost from their herd and brought to the elephant orphanage by park rangers. See the bottle? The milk they are giving is not elephant's milk, but cow's milk, and is actually baby formula. (Our guide said that if anyone in the crowd could milk an elephant, they'd be employed immediately!)

These little ones receive care around the clock! They even have a caretaker that sleeps with them.

Posted by Picasa

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mt. Longonot

Image
Once a year, the school takes a trip to Mt. Kenya. This year, it'll be the last weekend in February. All those who want to climb Mt. Kenya, must train for it. The training consists of several prep hikes, most nearby. But, the first and the last, or qualifying hike, take place at Mt. Longonot, near Lake Naivasha. Richard has climbed Mt. Kenya five times, so once more will be a breeze. I, however, definitely need to prepare myself. Here's part of the group fresh before our climb. This is the start of our ascent. Mt. Longonot was at one time a volcano that is thought to have erupted in 1860. You can hike from the gate to the crater's rim. We hiked all the way around the crater and back which is about 8-9 km.
Read more

Por que Un Poquito....

I've been inspired to join by a very shy friend who has put herself out there in the blogging world. I figure if she can do it, so can I, especially since shy is not a word many would use to describe me. Gracias , Shari! I've titled my blog Un Poquito . Why? Por que ? Well, I guess it's because I'm hoping to resuscitate the little bit of espanol that is left in me. I've been noticiing lately that I'm beginning to lose it, and that's scary. I tried to carry on a conversation with abuelita the other day, and she had to keep guessing at what I was trying to say. Pathetic! Really I have no excuse, even though I blame it on the "fact" that I don't have anyone to practice it with...but that's not true. I could choose to speak to Mami only in Spanish. I talk to her everyday. I could choose to speak to everyone I know that speaks Spanish only in espanol , but I'm so embarrassed sometimes. I hate it when I stumble around looking for the right ...
Read more