The big cats section is a let down.
The tigers are asleep, the leopard rests like a sloth on a branch, the jaguar is out of sight. Only the cheetah paces around its enclosure, mouth open and eyes searching for something, something.
We’ve been fed so many images of these big cats in the wild, brutal and merciless in their hunt for prey, that seeing them in a zoo, docile and subdued, can only strike a disappointing note.
It is while I watch the cheetah go round and round that I begin to think of the appropriateness of the zoo as a concept, a place where animals are held in cages for the amusement of humans.