Out & About Summer 2018

Out&About feature

I am a big fan of animals, with one exception. I don’t like scary ones. You know like, snakes, sharks and … er… crocodiles. So when offered the chance to visit Crocodiles of the World, I dithered (my normal state, I’m told) and pretended I was too busy and couldn’t possibly find time to be a model parent, taking my children to something educational and entertaining. But once my two boys (aged eight and six) got wind of the opportunity, resistance was futile and within just a few days the three of us were heading up the A34 to Oxfordshire (where else?) to hunt for crocodiles. After driving down a leafy lane and turning into a large, but unremarkable car park, all was going well and I only froze momentarily at the life-like and life-size metal crocodile guarding the entrance to Crocodiles of the World and into whose mouth the youngest was feeding his arm. As we tentatively pushed the lobby door open, we encountered our first dimly-lit enclosure and gingerly peered in… from about four metres away. A quick discussion concluded that the area was actually empty and not housing the Chinese Alligator as indicated, when out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed a sizeable and terrifyingly pre-historic tail slither into the water and disappear with just enough sound for me to know I hadn’t imagined it. With just a few inches now separating us from a big old lump of an alligator, I protectively ushered the boys through another door and into the main hall, while at the same time throwing several backward glances to check we weren’t being followed. After a friendly welcome, we were invited to wander wherever we wanted and with hindsight it was with comical, but I’m guessing not unusual, reluctance that the three of us stayed rooted to the spot for far too long, steeling ourselves to approach our first proper enclosure. As our eyes adjusted to the light, we again initially wrote off the tank as empty and ‘no doubt being cleaned’ when we became aware of a pair of eyes, not far away, staring unblinkingly at us. Then another pair. And another and another... and all the eyes were attached to half-submerged caimans. Stock still, ‘floating’ caimans, seemingly suspended in the water and looking at us. Right at us. Right through us. ‘They’re not real, they’re not moving’ one of our party scoffed before, right on cue, one of the caimans moved and effortlessly swam towards the glass to get a proper look at these particularly daft humans peering in. After the unnerving shock of being quite so close to these prehistoric animals and having slowly got used to their unblinking stare, we set off to the next tanks with a little more confidence, agreeing that the small caimans were, in fact, rather cute. But then we found ourselves in the low-lit American Alligator section. And as our eyes adjusted we saw him, Albert, and her, Daisy. Truly magnificent and terrifying beasts, which in Albert’s case measured more than three metres in length and

weighed a whopping 180kg. And they had babies that needed protecting too. Being so close to such astonishing animals from another time took our breath away and felt like a real privilege – at least for the two of us brave enough to venture all of the way in to get a proper look over the railings. I couldn’t possibly say who loitered at the back, but I do want to make it clear, it was definitely one of my young children and not me. Definitely. And so we bravely pushed on. Discovering exotic and bewitching animals and reptiles at every turn – from West African dwarf crocodiles to saltwater crocodiles and from monitor lizards to reticulated pythons. Despite our growing confidence and having made peace with some of the crocodiles and alligators – if that’s possible – it was still with some relief that we found ourselves outside and cooing over the ubiquitous meerkats, the fabulous Asian short-clawed otters that were particularly active at feeding time, and marvelling at the cheeky tamarins – squirrel-sized monkeys. A bite to eat and then we pressed on again; particularly keen to watch feeding time of the Nile crocodiles in the Croc House. And it didn’t disappoint, in fact we watched it twice. The enclosure is the largest on the site and like many at the zoo, the glass walls allow a fascinating glimpse of the above and below-water life of the crocs. And there are a lot of crocs. As soon as keeper Terry Miles started along his feeding walkway, the water below him was a writhing mass. And as soon as he dangled the food, a fascinating show of ‘leaping’ crocodiles ensued – the Croc House filled with the sound of snapping jaws. As Terry explained, crocodiles are perfectly ‘designed’ – they are intelligent, have the most powerful bite of any animal and are efficient killers – the culmination of approximately 228 million years of evolution. Elsewhere in the Croc House – cleverly designed with 

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