Yesterday a federal judge ruled that whales do not deserve constitutional protection against slavery when held captive in a marina. Meanwhile we were celebrating Peggi’s birthday at the zoo marveling at the snow leopard, orangutans, Madagascar cockroaches, Burmese pythons, laughing hyenas, Amur tiger, bald eagles, Mexican wolves, Red Rumped Agoutis and King vultures. We spent a good part of the afternoon with the sea lions who were having a ball jumping in and out of the water and playing with buckets. The two youngest sea lions had lost an eye and the use of a flipper and were rescued. The eagles were injured in the wild and can’t fly but sat atop some fairly tall trees out in the open at the zoo, quite a dramatic sight. No signs of slavery here.
The King Bees have a very cool scene going over at The Beale in the Southwedge on Wednesday nights. They play an opening set of standards from the rock era like seasoned pros and then gracefully turn the spotlight on the musicians in waiting. Last night they had four tenor saxophones, one played by a sixteen year old whose parents sat in the front table. Drummer Pete Monacelli’s wife, Gloria, sits off to the left with her knitting circle and the Buffalo Sabres game is on the tv above the stage.
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