Chance Encounters

I decided it was Excursion Day, so while the fourth member of our family slogged away in the kitchen, we three took ourselves off to a nearby Wildlife Park on the outskirts of Hobart. I am not usually a massive fan of these places. Previous experiences have been all about stinky enclosures and sad looking animals, so when we drove up the hill through an understated gateway, I was instantly taken by the surroundings. Ok so the signposts were pretty terrible and I actually turned round to go home at one stage, but something pulled me back and brought us to this little slice of animal heaven. Run by an incredibly passionate and super friendly guy, and helped out by his Dad and equally enthusiastic staff, Bonorong Wildlife Park specialises in the rearing and conservation of Tasmania's natural wildlife.
I don't know how or why but we instantly connected with these wonderful people and ended up drinking tea and sharing stories with Greg and his Dad, while Jack, played,fed and hopped along with a mob of kangaroos in the nearby field. Our little two year old floated amongst these passive animals, letting out a squeal every few minutes, refusing to leave his new friends even when coaxed with 'a special treat'. It was so unlike any other wildlife compound I have visited and I can safely say it's the first time I have ever felt comfortable with the idea of animals in captivity. These creatures were so peaceful and seriously chilled out, while people roamed through 'their turf', happy to be touched and peered at. Whatever Greg and his staff are doing here, they are playing angels to these animals.
We have been invited back to chat some more and watch the animals at twilight, when all the bus tours have left. Apparently it's when the park really comes alive. I can't wait...