At the Detroit Zoo.
Last Saturday was gray and bitterly cold, the perfect day for the zoo. Although the butterfly garden had not received a shipment in many weeks, the habitat was beautiful, and the three butterfly species present included the splendid Blue Morpho. I could have spent the entire visit there and in the free-flight aviary next door, “If this isn’t nice, then I don’t know what is,” running in an endless inward loop just behind my smiling lips. Had we not ventured out, though, I’d have missed so many other animals, including a wolverine, the primates, two of the happiest (seeming) wolves I’ve ever seen, and, of course, the rhino, among others.