We were the animals in the zoo, locked in, forbidden to roam free.
This was their home…once a thriving mining community now a 21st century Ghost town.
From the tour bus we watched a mother and her children traverse the lush green park. She stopped…others joined her. They turned and looked our way.
Like a triumphant environmental activist, a deep throaty rumble boomed from mother emu. Wallabies, galahs, curlews, dingoes…followed suit.
A cacophony of animal musicology reached the bus. This was no place for humans. The land liberated…the activist in charge.
Ooh, that one gave me shivers, especially as I’ve heard that emu sound.