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Technologies

SUSTAINABILITY SUSTAINABLE STRATEGIES

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Like many SCZ residents, Daisy didn't start out at our zoo. She was born at the Birmingham Zoo in 1981, where she was hand-raised by keepers. She also spent several years at Zoo Atlanta, where she gave birth to her first baby.

The Species Survival Program assigned Daisy to SCZ in 2009. She's been here ever since, playing a vital role in our ape population. In 2011, Daisy became a mom for the second time to Kinali, a male who is now 7 years old.

Daisy is currently pregnant again, with her new baby expected later this year. If you visit before then, you may notice her taking some naps – growing a baby is exhausting. Orangutans' pregnancies are almost as long as human ones – about eight and a half months.

Hertha, is amazing monkey

When you see Daisy in person, it may be hard to tell how glad she is to see you. That's because apes have significantly fewer facial muscles than people – they just just aren't able to be as outwardly expressive as you and me. What might look to you like a frown is usually just a peaceful expression – she is relaxed and happy just to be with you. When you see Daisy in person, it may be hard to tell how glad she is to see you. That's because apes have significantly fewer facial muscles than people – they just just aren't able to be as outwardly expressive as you and me. What might look to you like a frown is usually just a peaceful expression – she is relaxed and happy just to be with you.

And don't forget to take photos. Daisy can tell when you have your camera or phone out to take her picture, and she loves it. If you show her the photo, she'll love you even more. It's important to remember that orangutans are wild animals, but with the right safeguards in place, you can definitely be zoo-pals.

  • Warches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
  • A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa
  • Fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look
  • One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke up from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.

Warches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" I thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four family walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there was a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with

Warches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?" I thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four family walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there was a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.