Midsummer & Whitey's babies

Last time at the park when I first saw one of Whitey's babies I came from the gym and didn't have my cam with me. It was on Friday, and I would celebrate the Midsummer Night, with a ritual and another letter dedicated to my highly adored Master.
Saturday was terrible. It could have been such a beautiful summer night, and I went out to the woods at night to spend some peaceful time there, while some idiots in my neighborhood were having a noisy party all night long.
Fireflies were swarming. But sadly, no peace was to be found anywhere, as it wasn't only in my neighborhood, but there seemed to be campsites with extremely noisy rave parties everywhere, even by the tiny Jewish cemetery up the hill, as well as further into the woods, the extreme noise terror was everywhere, braindead assholes screaming and all.

Sunday then I only did my workout and tried to recover my wrecked nerves. It would have been a bad idea to ride to the park on a Sunday, because it gets crowded there on weekends too. So I went again today instead and brought my cam, and I found Whitey right away. A little boy was there too, trying to feed the animals, but he wasn't much of a nuisance at all. I think it was the same boy I already met at an earlier occasion. And he was wearing shorts with sharks all over them, which I also appreciated. LOL

Then I went over to the place where I had seen Baby Whitey on Friday, and it was there again - and another one! Both the same pale color as big Whitey, who also would soon come swimming over once more, and I managed to snap this adorable photo of him and Baby Whitey together.

I also recorded some video sequences. The babies are very shy, and only the slightly bigger white one would take carrots from my hand. The brown baby wasn't bold enough - but very well bold enough to try and steal the carrot from the white one. The babies don't have an easy time. None of the adults would ever share any with them, but in the contrary, they would sometimes push them around or steal a carrot I meant to give the baby, as seen in the video. It's not quite as extreme as for sharks, who have to fend for themselves from the moment they are born, but not far from it. I read that they're nurtured for five days, after which they for the most part survive on their own.

I had bought a 2 kg pack of carrots on the way; after about 2 hours at the park there was nothing left!
Which means you lose carrots at a rate of about 1 kg per hour when you go there. LOL Which depends, of course, on the number of dinner guests, in today's case about a dozen in all. So worth it; with my Brown Jenkins (and white ones) is the best place to be!