In the early months of 1987, one chapter of my life had abruptly come to an end and I was in a holding pattern waiting to see what the next chapter would bring. One Saturday I visited a friend and spent the day with her at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago.
It was a nice seasonably warm day for late winter. I remember we spent a lot of time watching my favorite animal the giraffe. What I remember most about our visit to the giraffe enclosure was watching them poop.
I don't mean to be graphic, or disgusting. I just found the way they relieve themselves to be so very interesting. It comes out of the giraffe like a quick rain of pellets that hit the ground very quickly, The giraffe just does his business while going about his business.
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