Baby giraffe (aww) takes top honors at Living Desert Zoo – Press Enterprise
If I say everyone loves giraffes, am I sticking my nose out?
And then there are the baby giraffes. Aww, baby giraffes. Maybe we love giraffes because no matter how old they seem to be at that tricky stage.
The Living Desert Zoo and Gardens in Palm Desert has nine adult giraffes and, since late February, one baby giraffe. His birth caused a stir on local television and social media. A donor couple paid $75,000 at a gala auction for naming rights.
Susan and Jim Gould named it Cole, after their late son, who loved the living desert.
I was already thinking that I should visit the Living Desert, which appears on Southern California travel lists as a must. Cole offered a topical angle.
Before going on vacation to Palm Springs, I tried to arrange an official visit and interviews at the zoo through the publicity department, but received no response to a follow-up email or phone call. .
Intrigued, but not discouraged, one afternoon I drove to Palm Desert anyway, 12 miles beyond Palm Springs, and paid $30 admission ($28 for seniors, 18 $ for kids) and walked in.
A friendly docent handed me a map and started going over the highlights. Suddenly, she noticed over my shoulder that one of the zoo’s black rhinos had appeared in its enclosure a few feet away, lumbering down the grassy slope.
I rushed to the fence and took pictures, then came back to resume our orientation conversation.
Established in 1970, the zoo and botanical garden is dedicated to desert life in Africa, Australia and the Americas. At 1,200 acres, there’s more desert life than you might think.
If it hops, flies or swims, it can be one of more than 450 animals represented, from the addax, a horned bovid found in the Sahara, to Grévy’s zebra, an African equid with op-art stripes.
There are turtles, bobcats, foxes, jaguars, wild dogs and cheetahs, all in natural settings, which means you might not spot them all. I spotted a bighorn sheep on a rocky slope, a majestic sight.
And then there were naked mole-rats, tiny hairless things that scurried around inside a network of glazed burrows and were fascinating to watch.
The gardens include agaves, milkweeds, milkweeds and various cacti, including one named jumping cholla, which thankfully stood still.
A fun feature is the model garden railway with its 3,300 feet of track. The Bighorn Railroad is similar to the sprawling layout of the LA County Fairgrounds.
My eye was caught by one miniature scene in particular: a version of the Wig Wam Motel with its individual teepee rooms. San Bernardino has a surviving example of what was once a chain of motels. Even in a zoo, a reporter can find a local angle.
I covered about two-thirds of the way before giving in. It was a hot afternoon. Plus, with most museums, zoos and the like, it’s impossible to see everything in one visit, so why bother?
Before leaving, I inquired about Cole.
The head of the publicity department continued to be elusive. But two friendly young employees came to walk me.
They were chatty and answered all my questions, with the caveat that their names could not be used. Sigh. OKAY.
Cole was born on February 21 during zoo hours and near the fence in front of onlookers. The birth, known as gout, lasted about two hours. Shellie is the mother, Kellie the father.
“There was a huge crowd. Every time Shellie pushed everyone said ‘Oooooh’,” the male employee said. “When she fell, everyone cheered.”
Kellie, no absent father, was present. “They were both stroking her,” the staffer said. “Boy, that was cool.” The whole herd had gathered around it, including a grandmother, Dadisi.
Adding to the interest, not only did the birth take place in full view of zoo patrons, which rarely happens, but Shellie chose the perfect location for the zoo’s live webcam.
At 5-foot-10 and 143 pounds, Cole was immediately taller than most people, but only as tall as her parents’ legs. Instagram posts have been popular and she is said to be a viral star on TikTok.
As we stood at the fence that afternoon, the giraffes were all out of sight behind the hill. I had seen a few of the adult giraffes earlier, near and far, but not Cole. And I’d watched kids and adults hand-feed giraffe lettuce ($8 fee) and get selfies, from a platform that puts you both face-to-face.
On my way out I stopped in the gift shop to see what giraffe items they were selling. Not yellow and brown spotted coats, but several other items.
“We have little giraffe stuff here and there,” an employee said, pointing out various stuffed giraffes. A little one goes inside, why not? – a colorful purse, from which the head and neck of the giraffe protrude adorably.
Another employee says: “If the children feed the giraffe, they come all excited.
I can not believe. Part of me regretted not feeding the giraffe, and I’m an adult.
Although I am not a parent, the existence of animal offspring must make the youngest curious. Does Cole get kids to ask their parents where baby giraffes come from?
It might be as difficult to explain as the feat must be to accomplish.
I imagine that everything starts with the cutting.
Hollywood’s Magic Castle has been purchased by a video game magnate and lifelong magician, who pledges to keep the Edwardian mansion as a clubhouse and performance venue for the Academy of Magical Arts, its use since 1963. Did you know that the 1909 house was built by a Redlands orange grower, Rollin Lane, or that he modeled it after Kimberly Crest’s 1897 Redlands house? It just adds to the magic.
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