Yesterday, I escorted forty students to the Phoenix Zoo, appreciative to be out of the classroom for the day. We strolled around the paths under sunny skies in 70-degree weather. Say what you want about Phoenix’s hot summers, the best time to visit is in January. Here’s a Flamingo who didn’t mind posing for me.
Alone in the dark corridor staring through glass, I tried to take a clear shot but steady hands tremored as he drew near. The teal glow stained his rows of teeth as I stifled my gasp. My eyes widened at the purposeful sway of his caudal fin, but I stood my ground. He veered right and paroled elsewhere. “Breathe.”