Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
So one of the things I did while off the grid was cavort among the giraffes. And that’s all I’ll say. (I have more pictures too, up close and personal.)
What are the metaphorical possibilities of the noble ‘raffe? He is so large, and so gentle. He is loudly patterned, has a blue tongue, yet is more or less silent. When he is a she, while giving birth she drops her baby from four feet up so as to startle the poor thing into breathing on impact with the earth. It’s a hell of a thing to see.
By the way, be sure to click on the photo and magnify it. High-res, so the detail is mind-blowing.