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Winners are grinners at the Aus Open 2017

Talk about nearly choking on my cappuccino!
So there I am enjoying a quiet coffee at the Australian Open
when suddenly the peaceful garden area of the player lounge 
becomes a hive of activity and out of the corner of my eye, a croc appears!



Have you ever wondered how the players find the time to cuddle a koala or kangaroo? As if by magic the garden is transformed into a private up close and personal encounter with some of our favourite, and our not so favourite, Aussie animals. 



It was a watch your back moment as a massive snake appears... But let's show you the koala who was clearly aware of his opportunity to shine. I mean who has ever seen a koala this alert? They seriously normally sleep 24/7!



Of course, everyone wanted to cuddle the koala and who wouldn't except that in Australia you need a license to handle a koala, so bring on the little joey in the poach who seemed to enjoy all the attention from the gathering crowd.


But let me introduce you to my favourites, the fairy penguins who lucky ducks (well not quite, but you know what I mean!) were given a blue paddling pool to splash around in. These rescued fairy penguins couldn't believe their good fortune (me too), and in the presence of the world's best tennis players put on quite an athletic aquatic talent show. Diving, splashing and generally having a thoroughly amazing time.



Quite like this little wren who sucks her belly in as she tries not to bump a player taking photos. I thought about saying: 
'So does anyone want to meet a real Aussie Wren?'
 but sadly all eyes were elsewhere...




Linking with thanks to Eileen at Saturdays Critters 





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