Paid for the birds. Monkeys were a bonus.

Paul was able to take this weekend to relax after his trips to Hong Kong and Perth, so we finally made it to the bird park here in KL. We didn't expect much more than the "rubbish" we experienced at the crocodile park, but the Bird Park turned out to be a pleasant surprise. The park is spread over 20 acres, and I believe it's the largest free flight bird park in the world. So there only a few birds actually in cages. The rest are walking and flying all over the place. It was ridiculously hot and humid I think because we were practically in the middle of jungle. But we saw all sorts of birds and I was able to take plenty of pictures and we weren't without the usual mishaps and surprises.

































In the middle of all my picture taking, Paul and I were walking down some stairs to take us to the bottom of a hill. Of course there were trees all around and overhead, which is nice for the birds, but not so nice for the people walking below the birds nesting in the tree tops. Especially when they are fed papaya every day. Paul just happened to be the man of the hour because he stopped me abruptly from snapping photos to ask what was on his neck. I would have had no idea that he had just been pooped on by the way it looked, except that I'm sure blended papaya doesn't fall from trees unless it's from the rear end of the bird that is in the tree. Sadly, I was much too close to take a picture of the bright orange blended papaya poop running down Paul's neck and the face of my very unhappy husband because I had my telephoto lens on, and because I felt just a little bit sorry for him since the poop actually landed in his hair, and ran down his neck, and was still running down his neck and onto his shirt, and because he had become the subject of entertainment for several eye witnesses who were behind us. They quit laughing though when they realized Paul was not laughing about the incident. The problem was quickly solved though, thanks to the fact that I had previously leaned up against a fence that was covered in bird poop which then transferred in chunks to my shirt. We had purchased a pack of tissues to clean my shirt, and had enough left to clean the papaya poo off of Paul. This little guy was the culprit, or at least one of the hundreds that were eating papaya.





After we both got over our run in with bird feces, we made our way to the parrot area where we purchased food and coconut milk to feed the parrots. For some reason the parrots liked us much more than the other people around us and we became like the pigeon lady from Home Alone.















We were told we needed to go sit at the cafe to watch the birds fly below us while we sat at the balcony. So we did. We had no idea that when they said the birds will get close that they would get this close. This was without any zoom.





He was practically in my face and wanted to be in Paul's face so that we would continue feeding him french fries, which was a bad idea to begin with. I thought it was particularly interesting that he wanted nothing to do with the onions we tried to feed him, but gobbled up the fries. Apparently birds are picky eaters. While we kept feeding this one french fries, another bird was rather upset that it was not getting hand fed a feast. I would probably be mad too if I had to eat papaya for every meal. So I was getting the hairy eyeball from this guy.



We left the bird park and went to the orchid gardens and butterfly park. These two were much more uneventful, but what happened in between made it all worth the trip.


















On the way from the butterfly park to the orchid park, we were walking up the street on a sidewalk, and monkeys started coming out of the woodwork. Or rather, the jungle. The road was paved in case you're wondering how remote of a place we were. But, on either side of the road was pretty much jungle. So we literally almost tripped on two monkeys sitting on the sidewalk eating their lunch. Then we realized that the entire monkey clan lived in the plants on the other side of the street. One by one they started coming out of the trees and climbed on the light posts to hang out at the top. Others started crossing the street and before we knew it, we were in the middle of about 20 monkeys of all sizes walking around us. One looked like it was going to attack us, so we decided it was best not to make eye contact. Again we helped out all the Malaysians who don't want wild animals to rely on tourists for food by trekking back to the bird park to buy cookies in the gift shop, and brought them back to feed the monkeys. One large monkey really enjoyed the cookies more than the others, and Paul started playing catch with the monkey. Paul would make a clicking noise to get the monkey's attention while it sat about 2 feet away from us on a fence post, and then he would toss a cookie at the monkey who happened to be a very good catch. Then, the monkey must have been worried that we were dirty people, which was a little accurate seeing we both had been pooped on by birds, so he would rub each cookie thoroughly before eating it. All our fun ended when we were out of cookies and it started raining.


















After being ambushed by monkeys we took the 20 minute taxi drive home, and I started thinking. If monkeys come out of the jungle on the way to the bird park, what kind of friendly creatures will come out of the jungle on the way to the elephant park? Should I pack some steaks in my pocket for hungry tigers?

2 Response to "Paid for the birds. Monkeys were a bonus."

  1. Alvin Olson Says:
    November 14, 2010 at 9:14 PM

    Nice story Kat, and awesome photos. I am so glad you blogged again. I was missing your updates.

    See y'all soon.

    Alvin

  2. Anonymous Says:
    November 14, 2010 at 10:50 PM

    Beautiful pics Kat. Can't wait for your arrival next Saturday. I wish Paul was coming as well. We really miss you two. Luv Mimi

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