I went to a place called Wild Ireland, assuming it would be some sort of nature park. It turned out to be a concentration camp for animals.
The animals were all kept in small enclosures, with electric fences to keep them in place.
Not even Jesus Christ was safe.
This owl was so depressed, living out his existence in a tiny shed.
Monkey Island was cool, but also tiny. There was maybe a dozen or so monkeys on it. I saw a few fights. It is hard for the animals to escape from human sight when they have so little space.
The bears were like NPCs walking the same patrols over and over again, as if they were Metal Gear patrol guards. They didn't really have anywhere to go, so just paced around, as if trying to find a way out.
This guy was constantly looking for an escape.
Wild Ireland wasn't what I expected. I hope you enjoyed the subpar quality photos I have uploaded. Sun glare ruined most shots, as well as my lack of want to photograph a concentration camp.
@RiskDebonair Irish Writer, Poet, & Lover