Last Thursday I had an extremely close encounter of the marsupial kind.
We had lunch with Matt’s grandparents out in the suburbs. It was a lovely sunny day and the view from where their house is perched was quite beautiful. But toward the end of the meal I expressed that I had yet to truly feel like I was in Australia. I mentioned casually that seeing some of the native wildlife might give me more of a sense of where I was.
Grandma Anne (the Irish one) suggested we hit a cemetery on the way home. At first I was a little confused, but she and Nonna (the Italian one) explained that the Pinnaroo cemetery/nature area was booming with kangaroos all year round. So the boys and I figured it was worth a shot since the place was already on our way home.
We found the place easily enough (with the help of Kieran’s navigation on Matt’s iphone). It was a really expansive place and definitely unlike any cemetery I’d ever seen. Very green, lots of lush vegetation. Matt and I both reflected that we certainly wouldn’t mind being buried there ;D
After getting somewhat lost in the myriad of paths, we turned a corner and saw a lone little guy eating some grass. He was so cute and he let me get pretty close to him. We drove a little further and suddenly we turn a corner to find about 50 kangaroos just hanging out having a snack.
Matt, his brothers and I spread out and walked among them for maybe 10 minutes. They ignored us for the most part, but occasionally they would look up at us and sometimes hop a little ways away. I even spotted a few joeys hanging out of their mothers’ pouches. All in all it was a purely Australian experience.