Deciding to go on a daytrip to the D.C. Zoo this weekend was the best decision ever. Here’s the story of why:
As we exit the bird house at the Smithsonian National Zoo in DC, my girlfriend and I decided to visit the flamingo enclosure to see the stilted, pink wonders of ornithology. As we made our way in and out of the outside flight exhibit, where we saw two peacocks sparring, we didn’t think the day could get any better. Little did we know what we were about to encounter.
We’d continue our journey around the pathway until coming across the flamingo exhibit, boasting about 40 flamingos, a few eggs and baby flamingos as well, and a full flock of ducks. While we were watching them, one flamingo that was guarding it’s young on a nest decides to turn into Pele and punt the baby bird about 5 feet down the hill. Wondering what spooked the bird or if was just overcome by World Cup fever, we went to investigate.

As I was snapping pictures of the ousted chick, I heard gasps and “OMG”s overcome the crowd of concerned mothers who had brought their kids here for a gore-lacking Father’s Day at the zoo. As I looked up from the viewfinder, I see a Black Ratsnake that was at least 6 feet long slowly approaching the helpless infant flamingo. For a moment, it seemed as if it would slither away towards the flock of flamingos who were dumbfoundedly staring the creature down. Alas, it didn’t. It turned right around, struck a kill bite right to the jugular of the baby bird, death rolled it, and gulped it down headfirst. Within two minutes, the bird didn’t exist anymore outside the bounds of the snake’s digestive system.

Part of the hilarity of the story was that the mothers were far more freaked out about this than were the kids who were watching this unfold and especially more freaked out than one boy who uttered my exact thought….”AWESOME!” Conveniently located right behind this exhibit was a sign that said, “For Animal Emergencies, please call…” I didn’t know if that number was for a people emergency involving animals or rather an emergency involving all animals, but nonetheless a mother called and a zoologist showed up right away, presumably to remove the snake and release it back into the wild.
So, if you’re ever wondering who would win between a baby flamingo and a black snake….snake wins.


