Tall Stories

Well the other day Matt and I went to Werribee Zoo and did the Tall Order tour (which was a birthday present to me). This meant we got to go and see where the giraffe's lived and they called them over and they fed them very close to us. They call them over by driving in front of them with a ute full of hay and making them chase it. Here are some photos of the trip to the zoo. Zoos can be sad because there are all these beautiful animals that are in cages, but then you think about animals such as the Przewalski horse, which was extinct in the wild but the zoos made a breeding program and have reintroduced them to the wild. So zoos can play a rather important part in conservation as well as education (the best way to conservation is education in my opinion). Anyway, enough rambling on in silliness, here are some photos:





Anyway, I love Cheetahs, and they were fed, so they did stuff, which was good. One of my favourite books is the true story of Pippa, a cheetah who was brought up by humans when she was little, and then reintroduced to the wild.

Today at work somebody had dislocated their middle finger at the proximal IP joint. The tip of their finger went white and numb before it started to go purple - I guess the blood supply was interrupted. The xray looked very cool (click here to see an xray on the web that's similar), but even more satisfying was after I had put a ring block in to anaesthetise the finger, I got to pop it back into place. It made a very satisfying clicking noise, and then he could bend his finger again, and after awhile, the tip of his finger went pink again. It was the favourite part of my day.