while admiring this creature, a dentally challenged man with alcohol on his breath and odd socks on his feet offered to show me the droppings of a wallaby…when I declined, he asked “how about the scars on my back?” Unfortunately I had no choice but to move on thus ending my encounter with this sweet little wally…they weren’t kidding when they refer to this place as a center for Australian’s wild life…. human AND animal kind apparently.
