Day #3
Apologies. The following post may contain some wholly subjective comments about Columbus Zoo. It may also contain some very cliched observations of America, and Americans.
Columbus Zoo
Hmmmm. Objectively speaking, this is clearly a much better zoo than Cincinnati. It lacks any of the really dodgy parts of its reasonably-near-neighbour, and pretty much all of the animals that are displayed are maintained in a spacious, recently built accommodation. But, whilst I am really pleased to have been, and I thoroughly enjoyed my day there, I can’t say that I especially liked the place, and neither do I think I will be rushing to return in the near future.
Good things first. I think the “migratory birds“ aviary is one of the best things I’ve seen in a zoo that isn’t Californian. It’s tremendous! Really very attractive, and with a whole host of inhabitants that I for one have never seen before. I loved it. And it is not the only great thing here: the manatee exhibit is quite wonderful. The polar bear enclosure is exceptional (particularly in contrast to its execrable counterpart in Cincinnati). Much of the North American area is really very good indeed.
But overall the place just didn’t do it for me. It was all, ultimately, just a little bit naff. This was summed up by the dreadful piped music that can be heard throughout. Just as I was getting a good look at a bobcat, a saxophone and synthesiser version of Sade’s early-80s hit “Smooth Operator“ came over the speakers. Watching The Gibbons, and it was “If You’re Going to San Francisco“. Mind you, the music was preferable to the sounds emanating from the frankly-embarrassing dinosaurs, which were papered around that area of the zoo. And that overall sense of the carnival was one of the things that, for me, detracted from the police.
There was, too, a lack of beauty there. Cincinnati has stunning plants; Columbus does not. In some of the design, it’s all a little bit Colchester. And while the theming is neither the worst nor the most egregious one will see, it is, nonetheless, just a little bit silly. The African area manages to avoid most of the hideous tropes of these places, but can’t resist either a crashed aeroplane or a “crumbling“ wall. The Asian area manages to conjure a sense of place, while – just about – avoiding the Jungle Book approach to it all. But the Australian thing is simply absurd. More seriously, there was a lack of the attention-to-detail that characterised Cincinnati, just as it characterises all of the world’s truly great zoos. It reminded me a little of the Yorkshire Wildlife Park – all quite impressive, all quite well done, but nothing quite as perfect as it might have been if real care had been given to it. All of this bundles up into, as the epitome of it all, the various signs and graphics around the zoo – directional, informational, and marketing. They are an incoherent mess, and, if I were to suggest one improvement for the zoo, it would be to hire a really brilliant branding consultant to try to impose a bit of style upon the zoo.
However, to finish on an up-note (as we should!): Fantastic bonobo enclosure. Superbly friendly staff everywhere (if anyone were this friendly to me in England, I would assume They were taking the piss). Black duikers! And an endearingly amateur show, in the Africa section, featuring some rather interesting species (even if not a great deal was done with them): serval, Garnet’s bushbaby, African penguin, African porcupine...