Sime says

Leaving the hills behind, I found myself at the Zoo as a Volunteer Keeper in the Australian native fauna division. Many years helping farming friends eradicate kangaroos from their properties had caught up with me. Once a fortnight, armed with a bucket, rake and shovel I entered the marsupials' domain. The job was a challenge: sweeping malteser-sized Skippy excreta onto a shovel and making it stay there without rolling off.  It was like an egg and spoon race as I attempted to deftly balance the bog and transfer it to a bin. Nine times out of ten the little turds would roll off the shovel, hit the beautifully raked ground where they would pick up speed and tumble downhill. It was a shit of job. Elsewhere, sanitary Sime fed carrlion to a screaming Tassie Devil called Pauline, had a kip in the nocturnal house and tried to dance with a Brolga. But it was a grizzly encounter with a Koala Bear named Darwin that truly left its mark. I wanted to call him Charles but decided o...