In a word, Mercutio, yes.
It turns out that there are
two subspecies of the Western Grey, not three. There is
Macropus fuliginosus fuliginosus of Kangaroo Island - that's the one in the picture - and
Macropus fuliginosus melanops (not pictured but looking much the same), which has a range of different forms that intergrade clinallly from west to east. (Forms that gradually intergrade into one another from one place to another ("clinal variation") are, by definition, not seperate species or subspecies. This is why it is incorrect to say that there are seperate human races - "subspecies" and "race" are exact synonyms, and human variation is clearly clinal.)
The two species are seperate over much of their range but both are common in the Murray-Darling Basin area. They never interbreed in the wild, although it has proved possible to produce hybrids between Eastern Grey females and Western Grey males in captivity. (Never the other way around.)
Now, about this particular Western Grey. She is from the Kangaroo Island subspecies which, as island-living species almost always are, is a little smaller than the mainland variety.
There is a fauna park about 10 minutes walk from my place - to my shame, I've lived here 20 years and never been there before even though I drive past it every week. The week before last I drove 800k to visit a much bigger one on the other side of the state and take pictures. Last week I thought why not take a look at the little local one? At this particular park they brought in roos from Kangaroo Island, where there have never been any natural predators and these little fellows are
so placid and friendly it's amazing. This little cutie, about half grown, was delightful.
There are maybe 50 or 100 of them and they are allowed to just wander around anywhere they like, so you can walk up to them, touch them, let them feed out of your hand. But unlike most animals that will eat out of your hand (swans in particular), they don't seem to get aggro or push and shove, they just quietly wander up to you and maybe gently put their paws on your chest, looking a little wistful.
BTW, the joeys don't always poke their heads out like the one in the top picture. Quite often they dissappear inside completely, and they don't seem to care in the slightest which way up they are. I have some more shots where instead of the cute little hed poking out there are feet!