Mogo Zoo
I don’t like Zoos. I have been to the Zoo in Moscow long long time ago when I was a kid, the trees seemed higher, grass was greener and the country that takes 1/6 of all land called USSR. These things are unrelated, but the main thing I remember from my first Zoo experience was concluded in small cells made from concrete and steel where poor animals were kept. Environment far from what these animals used to live in – most of them looked far from happy.
Here in Australia there is no need to go to the Zoo. As I have already written, most of local animals can be spotted almost on the street, moreover, if you were lucky enough, some of them can be found grazing on your backyard. That is, I expected from rural Australia everything but introduction to world smallest monkeys:
These are spices of a kind of Marmoset. Taking pictures of them turned into the nightmare – at first, they are a housemates in a local version of “Big Brother” and therefore occupy large enclosure with glass walls, reflections from which do not make pictures better, at second, they moving across their home as swarm of bees not bothering to stay at one place longer than for a half a second. There were plenty of visitors with much more serious cameras than my archaic Canon A510, but they did not even try to shoot.