Visiting the Kangaroos

It's sort of funny to me that we tasted kangaroo before glimpsing any since we arrived here. The other day we decided it was finally time to go pay our respects to one of Australia's most recognized animals. We had heard that there was a cemetery a short drive out of town where wild kangaroos like to hang out and where people like to go and see them. We were told (only half jokingly) that on any given day there are probably more people there to see the kangaroos than to visit the graves. It seemed a little ghoulish, but we decided to take a little family drive and see for ourselves. I half expected to have to sort of sneak a peek on the sly. You know, walking slowly among the tombstones with hooded eyes. Pretending to read the epitaphs while keeping watch out of the corner of an eye for kangaroos. It turns out the cemetery was very welcoming with regards to kangaroo watching and even had signage providing all kinds of information, like you'd see at a zoo. The grave markers were all flat on the ground, so looking out across the ground at the kangaroos you didn't even know they were there. There were kangaroos aplenty and several mother kangaroos with their little Joeys in tow (a baby kangaroo on the move is pretty darn cute, I'm not sure why I was surprised that they made little miniature leaps). Our boys weren't as impressed with the animals as we'd hoped (especially when Eliot realized he couldn't approach and pet them) and the visit was short-lived. But I think we'll be going back at some point during our tenure here.