I have some good news, which pleases me to no end. I’ve signed on to become a local kangaroo carer. There is a nearby (45 mins away) rehabilitation centre which has said they will send over some joeys in July/August when they need some help with small ones. Joeys’ as in…a pair! They like to keep them paired so they can be reintroduced to the wild. This thought alone makes my heart sing. I honestly cannot compare raising a kangaroo to any other pet. Perhaps it is because they are so helpless and innocent, almost childlike.
Speaking of the wild…
This morning I woke up and stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window. There were 7 kangaroo jumping and playing near the house in the sunrise glow.
Crazy P – Heartbreaker (this song is phenomenal)
Apparently last night I woke up laughing. I remember waking up and still laughing from my dream. Mike turned to me today while we were getting ready and asked: “What was going on last night?” Well… I had a dream, and I woke myself up laughing.
He then said: “You were laughing and said “I pooed”
Hahaha, he said he was a bit freaked out that I had pooped the bed! haha.
I told him my dream was actually about a holding a guinea pig (which I had seen at a pet shop earlier in the day) and that the little thing took a massive poo in my hands while I was holding it. I guess I found it REALLY funny.
After we finished work this morning, we were surprised to see….3 large kangaroo’s at the front yard just standing, watching the house. They stayed long enough for me to catch a few photos, for proof!
Notes About The Photos:
We (Wuzza, Tess and I) went for a short walk to get some photographs of the cockatoos. They decided it was gladiator time (they do this once a day?) and had a battle on the road.
The Cockatoos…and the Roo’s.