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You've seen Henry with a koala - twice - now here is Ezra and Jen too!

You might note that the koala itself is very much on the nod. The key reason here is, in the politest manner I can manage, it is stoned. Yes, sitting around eating eucalyptus leaves renders you in a Keef Richards-like state of Zen, where toddlers groping you is like water off a duck's back!
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yamini said…
Nice picture again!!!

Ezra seems totaly engrossed with the animal while Jen looks on cheerfully. What is there in the glass in her hand?
21 December 2009 at 05:06
Ténèbres à la lumière... said…
Hi! Kris,
I have to agree that is a very nice photograph...Thanks, for sharing!

Kris said,"Yes, sitting around eating eucalyptus leaves renders you in a Keef Richards-like state of Zen, where toddlers groping you is like water off a duck's back!"
LOL!!!!
By the way, What is that in Jen's cup? Cereal?!?
DeeDee ;-D
21 December 2009 at 05:14
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini and DeeDee, the cup is filled with food for the wallabies and kangaroos.
21 December 2009 at 14:28
Roddy said…
Looks like the koala is about to fall out of the tree. It didn't did it?
21 December 2009 at 20:45
Leif Hagen said…
Hi Kris - your long list of holiday greetings caught my eye on Steffe's blog!
You have an interesting blog! Warm holiday greetings to you and yours from EAGAN daily photo in Minnesota, USA
24 December 2009 at 01:34
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was very tired that day.
24 December 2009 at 13:12
Kris McCracken said…
Leif, I only just managed to visit North America today!
24 December 2009 at 13:13
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