The Cincinnati Zoo posted a detailed update on Fiona’s progress, and it’s nothing but good news for the preemie hippo. She’s gained 12 pounds this week and is now at her normal birth weight. But she’s still a preemie with catching up to do, keeping her care team busy with adorable bottle requests like this one:
Thanks to Ricky’s Mom for the update. Read the full article for more cute pictures.
Grunt grunt grunt
Translation
Rub my tummy please and thank you
Fave quote from article:
βA poorly timed kiss or cuddle could easily result in a fat lip for the care team, but itβs a risk we bravely undertake in the name of conservation.β #TeamFiona
That is awesome!
This little lady and her helpers have touched a place in my heart. π
It’s wondrous, isn’t it? Especially when there are so many who would do harm ( saw something terrible today involving a hippo and it leaves you wondering) or pass laws that fail to protect. It gives me some hope for our species.
I want a tiny grunty hippo!
Remember all those tiny pigs? That grew up to weigh 700 lbs? So sorry, no tiny hippos. Unless you bonsai, which might be tricky.
And sadly even the pygmy hippos weigh in at 400-600 lbs as adults =( (apparently that’s 1/4 the size of standard hippos; still too big for my apartment though)
Yeah, you’d have to have the floor reinforced, not just for the hippo but for the pool.
Worth every penny! π
I want to live in a world where everybody cheers when you GAIN weight…
It sounds like a magical place.
Jeeze, I would be deaf from the cheering π
Back in college I was six feet tall and weighed 140 pounds. I actually lost weight over the course of freshman year. One time I was complaining to a friend about my doctor bugging me to lose weight. I turned around to find a couple ladies giving me the stinkeye. Grass is always greener!
Seven years later, and now I’ve got a paunch and a receding hairline. And not the kind that’s a row of bunnies marching backward. π
I think intelligence and a great sense of humour make up for these minor aesthetic imperfections in men.
I agree! My top criteria are ‘kind’ and ‘smart’ and maybe ‘interesting-looking’ – six-pack abs and a perfect hairline don’t even make my list.
…Oh, and the article says that a group of hippos is called a ‘bloat’ – really? π
I love that. I remember reading a short story about collective nouns (?) called “…And a Grasp of Millionaires” . Fun to make them up, tho’ the real ones are so good.
My wishlist: smart, kind, taller than me (not a difficult requirement π ), understands English, tolerates my 2 cats (yes, even the naughty one), does not run away when I tell him my age & no six pack π
… and then I woke up and hugged my cats realising that princes on white horses are only in fairytales π