More pictures from the week away.
And by the way, no one has guessed the correct location. (Hint: head a little further west).
Son #1’s masterpiece.
This koala was in a tree next to our site for two days.
Son #2 did what any Dr Doolittle-ish child would do. Climbed the tree for an up close and personal experience. I tossed the camera up to him on a wing and a prayer, and he took a couple of shots. Then, carefully judging the situation for himself, he reached gently out and stroked the koala’s nose. The koala shook its head slowly so he backed off. But then, the koala leaned toward him, moving its head so the boy’s outstretched fingers ended up behind its ears. As #2 caressed and scratched, the koala moved its head about just as a cat does when it wants you to scratch it all over and in particular little places.
You could have knocked me over with a feather.