Today Skye and I headed out on a road trip while Janisse did her workshop. I came across a place that is in real, desperate need of rotational grazing. A place where the pasture is so bad they would be the laughing stock (if it was funny) of an organic pasture workshop. This is a place that is visited by hundreds to thousands of people everyday. It called Zoo Atlanta.
I have not been to a zoo in many years and the first time since husbanding animals. I was appalled. The savannah animals live in dust and dirt. If I was not busy with farming, school, raising a child, and a host of activist issues, I would work to shut the place down. The tiger paced so much, he/she had worn spots in the concrete where it stepped in the exact same spot every turn in the ten foot spot it was pacing in. The male lion was down in some dungeon like area. Three Giant Pandas, that I thought were treated very special since they are in very few zoos across the country, were a room the size of my bedroom with a scenic painted back wall munching on a few sprigs of bamboo. Zoos are really prisons and the criminals are on the outside.
Speaking of zoos, it is really a bad metaphor to say the traffic or shopping area was like a zoo. I made a stop in Macon, where after me laying on the horn in a big way, a driver still backed into me at a stop sign. On I-75 another driver, while doing 65mph, decided to change lanes right into me. Once again, I laid on the horn for many seconds, and the driver paid no heed, to no avail. So people are the crazy ones and the animals at the zoo are very docile and quiet.
So to end this little story, the zoos really need rotational grazing.