Koala Hunting

Nicole was at college on Tuesday. She goes to college on Tuesdays this term.

As college is on the dreaded South Side, she needs to drive, so why shouldn't we take advantage and explore the Great South Unknown whilst she is struggling to stay awake in lectures?

So this week, after an inaugural tap-dancing/jazz dancing lesson for Her Ladyship, we drove Nicole down there and absconded to Brisbane Koala Bushlands afterwards for a bit of Koala spotting.

Nary a Koala in view, Eloise was most unkeen to do anything. It took all my persuasive skills and twenty minutes to get her going. Poor little urchin, tired after her tap lesson? Or, as the usual explanatory litany goes, growing? Just reluctant if you ask me.

Once we were on our way though, we were on our way, though cajoling was still required. She got a bit excited when we saw our first wallaby but the koalas were a bit thin on the ground. And a bit thin in the trees.

"Why are they hiding?" "Why are they shy?" "They really love me don't they" "I expect on or two will come down in a minute to say hello."

But they never did.

"Why are they hiding?"