Noah's Ark Zoo Farm is a 100-acre (40 ha) creationist zoo and entertainment centre based around a working farm—in Wraxall, North Somerset, about 6 miles (9.7 km) from Bristol, England.
The zoo has been criticised for promoting creationism and in December 2009 it was expelled from the zoo industry's regulatory body for bringing the association into disrepute following a BBC investigation into its links with the Great British Circus. The BBC also documented a tiger's head being kept in a freezer and the burial of a deceased tiger contrary to DEFRA regulations.
Read more about Noah's Ark Zoo Farm: Development, Maze, Alleged Links With Circus, Creationism
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