I touched the snake. Surprisingly, it was not slimy but dry and smooth. During these “pat the critters” classes at the Lindsay Museum in Walnut Creek I learned about animals together with my children.
The owls stood in a row. They were injured (by people or from accidents) and would not survive in the wild. So were all the animals displayed in the museum. It was a living sanctuary for the rescued. I had brought birds there that had been attacked by our cat Itsy. Some of them survived. Most didn’t.
We borrowed a rabbit and I think some guinea pigs home. My children went on to have their “own” pets. I wanted the owls because they could turn their heads completely around. But they told me at the museum that owls don’t make good pets. Besides, they were not up for adoption.