How many animals he had at the zoo now, Cory wasn’t sure as they were free to come and go. Some stayed, while others only came for one visit. Whether they came and went or came to stay, they enriched his life in countless ways. He wondered if he would ever know the extent of their help.
He had been strolling through the park-like estate and now stopped at the crest of the Japanese bridge to survey the vastness everything had become. Ahead of him, the baobab trees stood staunchly in a group and were a nice little walk from the bamboo grove with its paths that meandered through shadowed mazes of frothy leaves and stalks. Somewhere in the middle of them was the path that only sometimes he could find. It led to the spring that fed the lake he was standing above. Stretching out behind him a distance from the house were the forests of immense pines and deciduous hardwoods: the old growth forest and the new, young forest.