The fenced-in sky of the Omaha Zoo aviary.  I didn’t see many birds. Either the zoo is restocking or the birds found an escape tunnel.

Elevated wooden walkways are perfect for “nature.” They separate the humans, lifting them above the muck so they don’t get their shoes dirty.

No ride in Disneyland transfers you further from reality than the Enchanted Tiki Room. Psuedo Hawaiian gods and goofy tropical birds doing 1950 sing-a-longs. Yes, my friends, an animatronic utopia is still possible.