The world renown San Diego zoo has a lesser-known Wild Animal Park branch out in the desert on the outskirts of the city. Matt and I went yesterday to experience a bit of wild-animal shenanigans.
If you look closely you can see the giraffes standing among the palm trees.
Desert Antelopes, or something...
They have huge expanses along the mountain-sides where many of the animals run-free ("free," as in the caged-up-but-with-lots-of-room sense) intermingled. Antelopes, rhinos, giraffes, itt-bitty African deer-thingys, etc. all hanging out savanna-style. It's really a sight to see. The poor cheetas are in another area, not too far away, just pacing back and forth, eye-balling what they wish was going to be their next meal. It's like lining my porch with cheetos and pringles, allowing me to see and smell their gloriousness, but then locking the screen-door tightly so that I can never get close enough to devour them. That's gotta be a rough gig.