Capybaras! Capybaras! Capybaras!

As it turns out, visiting Wild Acres during Labor Weekend was not an original thought. Our tour  group was big, which was fine, but also, it meant that everyone got less one-on-one time with the animals. That might have been frustrating except we had the foresight to book a private encounter with Wild Acres' juvenile grey wolf.

While we were waiting for the wolf to arrive, we were told we could circle back and spend a little more time with the animals of our choosing. I immediately said, "Capybaras! Capybaras! Capybaras!"

The guide laughed and told me that was a good choice, since our wolf encounter would be taking place in the capybara enclosure. We gathered our things and headed in that direction.

We were given a handful of carrots and celery sticks, and that's how I got these amazing pictures with Tyson and Sanders.

By the way, they got those names because they look like two chicken nuggets!

When I ran out of food, the capybaras ran out of interest.

Fortunately, my supply was replenished.

This is why you always book the extra tour.

Worth every penny!

At this point, I was thinking, "Wolf shmolf. Let's just play with capybaras."

I mean, look at him!

Alas, we got word that the wolf was on his way. It was time to put the capybaras in their smaller pen.

I tried to talk this one into staying with me.

Then someone came along and herded him away. Rude.

I was sad right up until the moment the wolf walked into the enclosure.

After that, I stopped thinking about the capybaras for a solid forty five minutes or so.