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.