We spent a very strange and delightful hour driving through the Olympic Game Farm in Sequim this morning.

We bought three bags of bread along with our admission. The prairie dogs, our first encounter, were pretty nonplussed by the bread we chucked at them. They certainly didn’t run up to the minivan, mouths smacking in animalistic anticipation…

Look at these yaks! They were amazingly unafraid of the cars. They’ll lumber right up to the open windows and nose in for some of that bread. Yes, children, your mother who was fawning over the baby yak was startled out of her skin by the big huffing one who snuck up on her.

The park is set up for maximum ease of use and a fair amount of exposure to the animals–you drive around on paths through the fields and rangeland, encountering the animals as you go.

A buffalo in his wallow.

A grizzly bear. They can’t come up to the vehicles; they’re restrained by electric fencing. But they’re very adept at putting a paw through the fence to retrieve not-quite-far-enough-bread thrown by little children.

Zebras like fingers, in addition to bread, we were told. This produced much squealing and squirming over seats when we neared the zebras.

Fallow Deer, more like Follow Deer, as in we were worried about their wee little feet getting run over, they trailed us so closely when we’d given them their share of the bread.

After A. had thrown the last of the loaves, he said, “I never knew all these animals could eat bread.” Me neither, but we enjoyed it. I hope they did.