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... everywhere she goes. Bonorong was no exception. Then again, it's
fairly typical to meet folks and chew the fat in Tasmania. Sometimes
it's not just fat -- she's looking at her left hand since that roo
got tired of competing for the food in her right and decided to eat
the bag. The one to our left seems to find the idea interesting in
a contemplative way.
It's a little odd feeding them. They have a delicate muzzle but look
at the claws on the end of those powerful legs. They apparently never
do go apeshit, but you can't help but think they might.
Their most curious trait, at least to me, is their eyes. They look
as if they're both asleep and reflecting on deep things at the same
time. Also unfocused and without irises. It's weird and eerie and
extremely cool.
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