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Seal at play #1. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

As I might have mentioned previously, we’ve just spent Easter in Melbourne. One of the delights that we took in during our stay was the zoo.

Of all the animals on display, I particularly liked the seals


Seal at play #2. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

We got a good look at the Australian Fur Seals, from both above and below.


Seal at play #3. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

It’s a large display, with plenty of space for the critters to swim about the place, in both sun and shade (hence the different tones of the photographs).


Seal at play #4. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011.

If you do find yourself in Melbourne, and enjoy watching animals at play, you could do worse than a day at the zoo!

Comments

Roddy said…
Do you rate Melbourne Zoo as highly as Zoo Doo in Tasmania.
Did Henry get to meet the Melbourne camels?
Kris McCracken said…
Even better.

The camels are all out at Werribee
Carola said…
Watching seals at play is gorgeous. I love it.
Roddy said…
Surely not all camels. I'm sure there must have been at least one.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I could sit and watch the seals all day.

Roddy, not one.

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