Two koalas sat perched on tree branches, their silver coats juxtaposing their ochre homes: Willow and Imogen are their names. Although it was already nine in the morning, both were catching their shut-eye, seemingly not worried about falling off from their vantage points. So still (to the point of inanimate) they were that they resembled two prized plush toys placed on a high shelf. “Willow does not like to be petted, but you could take a photo with her,” said Tammie our host. “You could pet Imogen, if you like.” I took up the offer, and felt the caress of her soft, thick fur, just like stubble but finer.