I had never been to the yearly Charles Village Festival before yesterday. I wasn't really sure what to expect. Would it be like Hampdenfest, Fell's Point Festival, you know, your typical neighborhood festival? I only knew that I would be standing around the WYPR booth for at least three hours, probably dripping in sweat while trying to sneak sips of water.
Surprisingly, there was plenty of opportunity to sip -- hell, even chug -- my bottle of water. The festival was really low-key -- probably the least attended outdoor neighborhood festival I've ever been to. The fact that I could see the pavement in front of the booth at all times means that not too many people had to have been there. Aside from the few cool people that I met (of course, to balance it out there were a few run-of-the-mill loonies), I got this awesome WWF (not the wrestling organization, but World Wildlife Fund) shirt with a zebra and message on the back. I've always dreamed of working for WWF.
Lately I've been thinking about my future. More and more I've been wishing that I would've pursued a field that I never thought of when beginning college 11 years ago. I've been thinking about how I wish I would've learned how to become an animal caretaker or animal trainer. The recent story of my friend Miguel and his girlfriend Laura -- who happens to be an animal trainer at a Sea World in California -- really hits the nail on the head because I couldn't be more envious of what the job may potentially entail. Just recently, Miguel had to rearrange a room in their house because Laura was in Florida picking up a baby kangaroo for Sea World, it would need to stay over at their house during the evenings because it's still so young. The kangaroo is there now, his name is Melbourne. He's only about 4 months old and each night Miguel and Laura feed him formula with a bottle, just like a human baby. They have a pouch for little Melbourne to climb into and according to Miguel he climbs into it every night.
How adorable is that!
Lately I've been thinking about my future. More and more I've been wishing that I would've pursued a field that I never thought of when beginning college 11 years ago. I've been thinking about how I wish I would've learned how to become an animal caretaker or animal trainer. The recent story of my friend Miguel and his girlfriend Laura -- who happens to be an animal trainer at a Sea World in California -- really hits the nail on the head because I couldn't be more envious of what the job may potentially entail. Just recently, Miguel had to rearrange a room in their house because Laura was in Florida picking up a baby kangaroo for Sea World, it would need to stay over at their house during the evenings because it's still so young. The kangaroo is there now, his name is Melbourne. He's only about 4 months old and each night Miguel and Laura feed him formula with a bottle, just like a human baby. They have a pouch for little Melbourne to climb into and according to Miguel he climbs into it every night.
How adorable is that!
Melbourne in his pouch
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