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Whilst sitting in the sunshine at Mt. Taylor yesterday I noticed a kangaroo, and then another, and another.

As an opening that reminded me of:

Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by.

Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, “The hare has lost his spectacles,” well, he began to wonder.

Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass — a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush — a bee…
excerpt from A Passion Play, Jethro Tull, 1973

But I digress… As I sat quietly I kept finding more kangaroos and realised that quite a mob were doing the same as me – sitting quietly on the hillside enjoying the early afternoon sun.

So I took some photos – here’s a bit of fun, see if you can find all the kangaroos.