Greg Parker’s Wildlife Park, in Ballarat, is a family-owned zoo, of sorts. But unlike every other zoo I’ve ever been to, many of the animals at this park are allowed to roam free.
“Eh, watch the canaries now!” The gravely voice of an eighteenth century miner came through the loudspeaker, guiding us through the inky blackness of the mine. “If the air’s befouled, they’ll drop dead and we’ll know it’s not safe!” “Oops.” Dad whispered. “It’s my fault.” Unfortunately, in this country everyone can understand everything we say. […]