I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
March 20, 2010 at 7:49 pm
This is taken in our front yard. She’s not really going to punch me – just giving herself a nice little scratch on the side.
March 21, 2010 at 7:05 am
fantastic photo, gabrielle! what a wonder these creatures are! i get excited when i see a mallard duck couple in the front yard. i can’t imagine what a thrill it is to be able to get close enough to take a picture of a mother kangaroo and little joey in the front yard! wow!
March 21, 2010 at 12:32 pm
thanks tipota – if you ever come to Australia you must come and visit.
March 21, 2010 at 1:51 pm
She’ll have you, for sure. No messin’!
March 21, 2010 at 3:02 pm
Yeah, we’re a tough bunch us mothers.
March 21, 2010 at 1:52 pm
Oh, and this is my favourite blog format of yours, by the way. Much more open and fresh.
March 21, 2010 at 3:04 pm
Thanks Selma – it is hard to find a theme that suits everything you need. One day might have to start from scratch and design a proper one. I do keep coming back to this one, however.
March 21, 2010 at 6:58 pm
Yes, this is such a cute photo. But where I live, a moderately large city, it has to be said, last Friday an office worker went for a lunchtime run in nearby bushland and got knocked out by a roo – male or female, the victim doesn’t know. His face made him look like he’d been in a pub fight. Why are beautiful things also so violent sometimes? Maybe it is a motherhood thing.
March 21, 2010 at 7:49 pm
If a kangaroo is taken by surprise (like someone running) than they could easily spook and lash out or even hurt someone by trying to hop away. You need to be wary of kangaroos because they are unpredictable and they have great strength in their legs and very sharp claws. Thanks for commenting Nigel.
March 21, 2010 at 7:53 pm
Another thing, I bet it was a male kangaroo!
March 22, 2010 at 1:07 am
I love this.
March 22, 2010 at 9:49 am
Come on down and see one for real little squirrel. You can work on your novel.
March 22, 2010 at 7:56 am
About being attacked by a big buck roo. I have the scars to prove it! Nasty bugger mistook me for a rival and tried to disebowel me. All I did was look her way. Jealousy is a nasty enotion, and I didn’t fancy her anyway!
March 22, 2010 at 9:48 am
Can we see some photos of your scars Stafford – and the story on your blog. Never get in the way of a horny kangaroo.
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