Milo at the zoo
Okay, summer is over. Here in Vancouver, it's gone out with a bang for decades: the Pacific National Exhibition, or PNE. It's a staple here in the city and has run for 96 years in the same place.
Highlights, depending on who you ask are the petting zoo, the nightly fireworks, great musical shows, Playland being open late, and mini donuts.
So we were faced with the prospect of bringing Milo, who's barely one.
When it all came down to it, the cost, effort, crowds, and the boy's short attention span made us hold off for another year. And since we decided that the thing he'd enjoy the most would be the petting zoo, we took off toward Maplewood Farms. It's like the PNE except that it's missing everything but the petting zoo part.
Okay, these horses were huge. Clydesdales of a different colour. Milo wasn't sure what to make of them and he just stared and stared. Until the thing whinnied -- Milo cracked up and it was all good after that.
The chickens were more Milo's size. And, as it turns out, speed. I would have chased them too but there were people watching, so I had to live vicariously through Milo.