You never know when you're going to run into a kangaroo. We had driven some 200 miles north of Perth and were staying in a little cabin in Denham, on Shark Bay. Peggy and I were reading on the porch of our cabin when I looked up and saw this young joey hopping through camp. He stopped right across the road from us and began munching on this poor palm tree (which obviously is not going to make it to maturity!).
I stood right next to him and took photos and video. Another little kid was sitting even closer. He wasn't fazed at all and when he'd eaten his fill, he hopped on down the road to a busier section of the campground.