Sights & Sounds of Bogor: Petting Zoo!

One of the better developments of our move to Indonesia is that J is able to attend school five days a week, a luxury we might not have had back home, as we probably would have enrolled her in 3 day/ week pre-school or something. Here though, we can afford to sign her up for what normally is a phenomenally expensive proposal: a pre-school run by an International Baccalaureate school.

Unfortunately, even at the more expensive schools, the kids still get holidays, which means I have to actually spend time with them all week instead of dropping them off! What are we paying this school for, anyways? to TEACH them something? Haha! What lunacy!

Seriously though, all kidding aside, the kids were off school this week, a brief holiday marking the end of the first term of the school year. We did have some things to do this week like head to Jakarta o buy a new dining table, and do some other shopping around town for essentials, but we did make it out to possibly the only petting zoo south of Jakarta!

LittleB kept running away from the goats when they bleated at him. He thought they were going to jump over the fence and rush him, which they admittedly almost did.
J only wanted to feed this one goat. When other goats tried to get in on the bottle-feeding, J would pull the bottle away and say “NO OTHER GOATS, THIS BOTTLE IS FOR MY BABY GOAT”.

The kids had a blast feeding the goats, it really was a highlight of he trip for them. You had to buy the bottles to feed them, but they were only like fifty cents each, so it didn’t exactly break the bank. I was more than happy to buy a couple.

Behold, the rarest of the rare: the legendary Esquilax – a horse with the head of a guinea pig and a the body… of a guinea pig!

I thought it to be fairly funny that a lot of people were excited about the Guinea Pig pen. Apparently, they’re WAY rare in Indonesia. I didn’t have the heart to tell some of the locals at the farm that the were a dime-a-dozen pet back where we come from. Also: I didn’t have the language to tell them, either, as my Bahasa isn’t at all strong. Also: I’m CRAZY allergic to guinea pigs, so we did not stick around the G-Pig pen too long.

Dang, Sea Otter, that’s some tasty looking fish you got there…

I have no idea why there were Sea Otters at a landlocked petting zoo. We did get there in time for their lunch though: live raw fish, served in a bowl of muddy water. The otters actually fished out live fish, still flip-flapping around in their hands, and ate them. You can see the otter clutching a half-eaten fish in his tiny otter-hands in the above picture. It was gross, and therefore awesome.

“Remember Steve: if we act like chickens, they’ll feed us like chickens. I know you’re nervous Steve, you just gotta believe you’re a chicken, man. If you believe it, they’ll believe it!”

The kids loved feeding the chickens, and by “chickens“, I of course mean “eleven different kinds of birds all fighting the chickens for their food“. I was funny watching the dove-like birds (I never got their English name, and I can’t remember their Indonesian name) fight the chickens for their food. They were incredibly aggressive! They all ate corn, which J thought was popcorn. I couldn’t seem to convince her that it was just feed-grade corn. She now thinks that all farm animals “eat popcorn seeds”.

This cow had super powers, and saved both us and the farm itself from giant robots. We rewarded his heroism with delicious, delicious grass.

LittleB liked feeding the cows, though he reminded everyone within earshot that we also have cows in Canada, but Canadian cows poo a lot more. Like, that is the only way to tell the difference? These cows seemed quite healthy, though, something I wasn’t expecting for such a small urban farm that only charges $1 admission.

I’ll be sure to update with more kid-related activities as they happen: I’m sure there are other animals within a 100km radius that LittleB and J can traumatize!


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