we, that’s Emma and I, went up to North Devon to Coombe Martin to visit the wolf packs who are tenants at the zoo/dinosaur park there. The rain drenched us, but it meant that there was noone else there and we had the wolves to ourselves.
We also met three young male lions who sat and languidly prowled around their vivid orange cage. If the lions went on their tippy toes they could have seen the sea down at Ilfracombe, otherwise they are stuck with a flaky mural painting of galloping zebras across the end of their enclosure.
A gabon (in another area next to the otters) whooped high pitched and loudly, setting off the wolves howling across the green fields, heard I’m sure by the farmer on his tractor. Erie and amazing. The lions were curious too, so this musical chorus can’t happen too often.
The rain came down too heavily to do any drawing, but I got plenty of photographs and footage of wolves walking. Emma was studying how the wolves are walking for the animation she is creating.
