Poor Nenette.Life stretches.
Life doesn’t change, only continues.
Three mates.
All gone.
Four babies.
Three gone.
One left.
A potential mate in the minds of those who keep her.
So drugs are given to make sure she does not have a fifth baby with her son.
Yoghurt and tea with contraceptives hidden in the yoghurt.
She mixes the tea into the yoghurt as if to clean the pot.
She unscrews the lid just like a human.
She puts her chin on her hand and looks despairingly out through the glass, looking just how you imagine you would look if in her place.
A lot of visitors comment on her breasts.
Nearly as many comment on the big lumpy part under her chin.
Gerard, her longest serving keeper says this part is to make a loud noise if necessary, but that generally, Orang Utans do not make noise.
Unlike children, who shout and screech outside her enclosure while she looks on with quiet dignity.
She unscrews the lid just like a human.
She puts her chin on her hand and looks despairingly out through the glass, looking just how you imagine you would look if in her place.
A lot of visitors comment on her breasts.
Nearly as many comment on the big lumpy part under her chin.
Gerard, her longest serving keeper says this part is to make a loud noise if necessary, but that generally, Orang Utans do not make noise.
Unlike children, who shout and screech outside her enclosure while she looks on with quiet dignity.
Poor Nenette
