For just over a month, since his miraculous birth at Taronga Zoo in Sydney, I have been following the antics of @MisterShuffles our little baby Asian Elephant, Pathi Han. At one stage he asked “Why do boy elephants have 2 trunks but girl elephants only have 1 trunk?” and I stupidly answered and told him “Oh dear, I think you need to ask your dad”. To which he replied “I don’t know who my daddy is. Do you know?” I was devastated to think I’d bought this baby elephant pain. Yes I am fully aware that it is one of his keepers who is on twitter, but I’m so caught up in the stories that Mr. Shuffles tells us about doing a rain dance, escaping through a secret door in his barn to visit the gibbons and learning how to climb a tree (impossible you say but he’s done it!) that he has become real to me. Every time he tweets it brings a smile to my face, warmth to my heart and many chuckles.

If a baby elephant tweeting his escapades can make me laugh and cry then I will be a blubbering mess if “Such Tweet Sorrow” comes to Twitter!

I dont paint, I cant draw, I write music and skate, surf the tarmac. I should get back to doing more of this and less tweeting