Close Encounters of the Roo Kind

So, I desperately wanted to title this “Close Encounters of the Turd Kind”, but I just couldn’t justify myself writing that, even though there were loads of “Roo Poo” everywhere. I mean, there was so much that I thought it was just naturally part of the ground at first.

My host family took me down to the coast near a town called Bateman’s Bay to their little home away from home. It wasn’t a very big house, mainly just one larger room, two small bedrooms, and a bathroom, but it was nice for what it was. It was only me, my host mom, her mom, and her daughter, so it didn’t feel too overcrowded.

I woke up the first morning and took a little stroll outside to see some wild kangaroos just perusing up to the backyard. I started to get excited because I had never been that close to a wild kangaroo before (or any kangaroo for that matter) and they showed me that if you just approach slowly, sometimes they’ll let you come close and pet them. Lo and behold, it was true. There was one Joey in particular that didn’t seem to mind me at all. It struck me as strange that their fur goes the other way, so it feels natural to pet them from back to front. I’ve got some pictures that I’ll try attaching too.

This is just a short update this time, so that’s all for now!