The Country Mice

Kind of a cheesecake pose, don’t you think?

Big Daddy here was clearly in charge of the troupe of ‘roos we saw up in the Grampians, a national park a couple of hours north and west of Ballarat, the town where we stayed, north of Melbourne.

Sorry — that should be *mob* of kangaroos.

This mob mama, and the rest of the ‘roos, were a real treat to watch. The amount of power in the hind legs when they’d leap up and take off was astonishing. Of course the movement appears graceful and effortless, but there’s so much power in the act of the ‘spring’ that we from the land of no marsupials watched and watched and watched with much appreciation.

Unlike their larger cousins in the true Australian outback, the campground kangaroos obviously are fairly familiar with the other bi-pedals that wander through their dining hall and Homeboy here was able to creep up rather close.

You talkin’ to me, kid?

Saw this little guy crawl in, turn around, and stick his head out again.

Storybook perfect!