Iam in the thick of one of those moments city dwellers like me truly relish. Against the inky dark sky, my senses are heightened to the comforting sound of curling ocean waves and the night breeze, which float gently into our accommodation. As I tuck into a bowl of home-made cauliflower soup, there comes a faint, scratching noise—tap, tap tap, like nails rapping on glass. Tamsin Wendt, my host at Oceanview Eco Villas on Kangaroo Island, turns towards the door with a grin.
“It's Chilli and Bingo,” she pronounces, reaching her hands out to the female kangaroo and her little joey, who had only left the pouch the night before. “Definitely your lucky night.” The marsupials, who live on the 202-hectare property, nudge her hands and sniff warily at me. Chilli and Bingo linger on our back porch for a couple of minutes before hopping off after realising food is not to be found here. I blink, hardly believing that I had just interacted with kangaroos
