A glance out the kitchen window on New Year’s Day and I was surprised to see a young female kangaroo and her little joey.
They were taking shade from the heat, resting under the row of pines and gums on our back fence. So they were only about 25 metres from our kitchen sink.
I watched them for a little while, fighting the urge to run for the camera and maybe miss them altogether.
The mum kangaroo stood to the left of her joey, with her back to the house. She sniffed the air and then started to have an arm scratch, like she was scrubbing in the shower.
The joey, facing the same direction, started doing the same thing almost in sync. From where we were standing it looked like a lesson in Japanese fan dancing – but with black claws.
This time I just had to dash to catch it on camera but by the time I got back the mum kangaroo was hopping away onto the neighbours’ shaded lawn.
Confused, the joey stayed at the fence maybe trying to look for a way through? It was like it had got left behind in the supermarket.
It was so small, much less than a metre high, with tiny front legs. It had a sweet little grey face.
Finally, not happy being on its own, it hopped after it’s mum. The call of the pouch was too strong. ♦
‘One Shot Wonders’ series