I love gorillas, but there was something about this guy that was captivating. I could have spent all day watching him.
They call him Mshindi. He was born and raised in the zoo life. I wish that wasn’t his life, but it is what it is I suppose. I am hoping that the world doesn’t come crashing down so I can visit him again. I’d also like to meet Ndume in person, even if it is from a distance.
Ndume lived with Koko The Gorilla for over 30 years. When she passed away, fits were thrown and decisions were made that Ndume should go to the Cincinnati zoo. He is the reason I am now a fan of Mshindi.
I didn’t get to see Ndume, because he’s not allowed out on the weekends from what I’m told. He still loves people too much and so crowded days are hard for him and since they are trying to acclimate him to zoo life, he’s only allowed out when it is not as crowded (week days). I will not get on my soapbox about it, but it made me sad. It all makes me sad, but I digress.
It is weird how that works. As I watched Mshindi, I became sad. He was bored and it seemed to me as if he knew there was more to life than be on exhibit. I know most won’t agree with that, but he knows he traveled from one zoo to another. They’re also not stupid animals. If there is an uprising, it will be gorillas and monkeys and I’m pretty sure that Mshindi might be leading the charge. A real life “Rise of the Planet of the Apes,” if you will. Just the looks he would give those hollering his name because they were trying to be funny, there were a couple of times I got the impression they were lucky there was a mote between them and him.
I posted another picture of him yesterday that I liked, but it was a solemn post. The stress of the current situation was wearing on me and I got in my head. I’ll repost that picture at some point. In the meantime, I hope that you like this one.
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
~SMH, Montana Rose Photography~