Magpie and Muttonfly

As you might have gathered from the helpful hint offered yesterday, I had a bit of a mishap while visiting Zoo Boise.  Here’s the story:

I was taking pictures of the giraffe, because, seriously, you just don’t get much cuter than a long-necked mammal.  I began by taking pictures under the lovely thatched tent; I leaned against the cement divide, zoomed in, and snapped …

{I really wish they would stop with the pictures already...}

Aaaah, so cute.  After several shots, I meanered over to the side. I leaned in, like before, only there was nothing there–nothing but air, and a rope at my knees.  Oomph!  I said, then I yelped, then, apparently, I snapped a photo …

{*what the?!*}

Like a bull rider, I had one hand gripping the rope, the other–with camera–up in the air, desperately trying to gain balance.  After a considerable amount of flailing about, I found myself on the opposite side, in the bushes.  I collected myself, stepped back over the rope, and took the photo that sums it up nicely…

{Dude! Did you see that? Camera-lady just fell in the bushes!}

All mocking expressions aside, I didn’t fall to the ground.  I didn’t utter profanities.  I didn’t even get yelled at by Zoo personnel for being on the wrong side of the rope.  So I’m thinking this humliation ain’t nothing but a win, my friends, nothing but a win …