Monday, September 27, 2010

Trouble in Paradise

I am not happy.  Merrilyn is bleeding and exhausted and if I had a gun I might well consider using it!  Big Boy has gone beyond what is required in my book!  It's a week since I blogged about his following Merrilyn around for days and today things took a turn for the worse.

A couple of days ago I noticed that Big Boy had disappeared and Merrilyn had taken to sleeping on my patio.  This is primarily where I raised her from a fur less joey who had been orphaned by a car.  This is where she comes back to for rest and recovery after any major incident.  I hate to see her lying on the cold, hard, tiles and so I haul out the old blanket and sheepskin I used to use for raising the roos and put them out for her.  She has spent a few hours here a couple of times a day sleeping for the past couple of days.

This morning she arrived and lay down and then Big Boy appeared.  Now usually he is very wary of the house.  Today he didn't worry about it at all.



I took this shot from inside the house and you can see Merrilyn lying on the sheepskin and Big Boy just coming on to the patio.  Fortunately the males who live around here are usually very timid, however eastern grey males can be dangerous animals and have been known to kill dogs and injure people, so I wasn't venturing out with him in this aggressive mood.



He came right onto the patio and stood guarding Merrilyn. As you can see she was sleeping, or trying to.  You can also see her pouch quite clearly in this shot.  She slept for a while longer and then moved off the patio with Big Boy in hot pursuit.  As I sat here working I saw them a few times as she went around the house and through the bush with him following.  I then saw her in the frog pond cooling off.  It may only be spring but we are expecting 29 degrees Celsius, (84.2 degrees f), here today and it seemed a ridiculous thing to be doing.

At about midday Merrilyn arrived back on the patio.  Wet from the frog pond, bedraggled, exhausted and bleeding from the cloaca. (The cloaca is the opening used for both elimination and reproduction).  She was a mess.  Big Boy was still with her but this time he opted to lie under the nearby trees about 10 metres away.  There was no sign, and still isn't, of her two at heel joeys, Tomasina and Rocky.

I do try not to interfere with nature, (the odd sheepskin on the patio aside), but my heart went out to her.  This roo is the nearest thing I have to a child.  I always keep goat pellets available for such emergencies and so gave her a handful in a bowl.  She ate about half and then collapsed back down on her sheepskin.  Thankfully Big Boy is also exhausted and sleeping under the trees and so she is gaining time to rest. The goat pellets mean she has some energy in her that would otherwise take quite some time and effort to gain by eating grass.

My only consolation is this is only the second time I have seen her in this condition.  It happened once before a couple of years ago.  On that occasion I took on the male and risked injury myself.  When she arrived the male tried to follow her onto the patio.  I was so angry at her state that instead of behaving like a human, I stood up tall, like another male roo and growled at him loudly.  Don't ask me why - I'm an idiot!  Of course he had always seen me as human until then, now I was acting like a rival.  He stood up himself, growled and then launched towards me.  I turned and made it into the house.  If he'd caught me his claws could rip me to shreds.  I recalled reading a story of a man struggling with a male eastern grey and I shivered!  It's part of a great read called "A Wild Life" and I've added an Amazon link here for anyone interested.

 A Wild Life by Mare Carter

Merrilyn lay down and I wanted to keep him away from her.  My first thought was water and I grabbed the jug of drinking water and went outside and threw the water into his face.  He backed off immediately so I refilled and that kept him at bay for a while whilst I built barricades with the patio furniture in order to give her some rest.  (The crazy things we do!).  Anyway she was bleeding then as well and did survive it all and so I am hopeful she will again and at least Big Boy has opted not to follow her onto the patio for the moment.

What am I concerned about?  Infection for one thing.  She clearly has internal damage and any infection could kill her.  This isn't an animal that can be taken to a vet.    I also worry for her small pouch joey, though I have seen it move since she arrived back.  As always in these situations time will tell.  I'll keep you informed.  Ah the joy of living a bush life!

4 comments:

  1. Oh good Lord! That poor animal. At least she has your porch. I've been having connuptions about animals up here too. A new family has moved in next door and they have a large, unfriendly dog. Since then we've had five dead or injured possums in our yard. I took one out to the emergency vet just last night, but she didn't make it. Yes, nature-watching is anything but relaxing!! And it's about to be very bad for neighbourly relations too!!

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  2. Yes indeed, the choices are so tough sometimes.I hope she'll be ok.

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  3. Oh my gosh, I can feel your frustration through your words! Nature can be so beautiful and so horrid. I'm bad at interfering (though not on wildlife like you have), and I'm not sure I ever make things better by doing so. Males can be such brutes, human and animal! I hope this phase ends well and soon for her and her joey...and for you.

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  4. Great pics and I feel so bad for her! Hopefully everything will turn out OK and I admire your courage!Crazy what we'll do for our friends...furry and otherwise!

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