from my perch by the monkey enclosure, where chatter and laughter fill the air like birdsong, i've heard whispers of history that skip along the winds of time. once, an undercover historian, blending in much like our zoo's own camouflaged critters, embarked on a quest to start from scratch in interpreting the lives of former zoo inhabitants. through their eyes, every nook and hideaway told tales of camaraderie and fresh starts, painting an interpretation of history not found in textbooks but in the very essence of our shared spaces where every being, feathered, furred, or otherwise, contributes to the story.