With relatives in town a couple of weeks ago, it seemed only natural to check out Taronga Zoo. Even if it is in the middle of rebuilding that never seems to cease, leading to most paths going nowhere. That wasn’t going to keep me from the Hippos, naturally.
OK, they’re only Pygmy Hippos, so there’s less Hippo to love. Then again, that also means there’s less Hippo to kill you as well.
This picture suggests that Hippos would make excellent bloodhounds. Except for the killing their handlers bit, I suppose.
Those fangs are definitely a worry…
Awww. It’s smiling at me.
Enough smiling. Time for the NomNomNomNomNomNom…