I just love joeys - which is what a baby kangaroo is known as. Merrilyn's seventh joey - known simply as "Number 7" at this point, is starting to view the world a bit more. It's a time I find very exciting and also nerve wracking. If Merrilyn is chased by a predator, (generally a wild or domestic dog), then nature takes over and relaxes the pouch muscles so the joey tumbles out, and Merrilyn has more chance of escape. Let's hope that doesn't happen. Merrilyn still loves to flop on my cool patio, on an old sheepskin rug she used when I raised her, and I caught a few photos as she slept there recently and thought you'd enjoy them.
The tip of a toe pokes out from the pouch.
The tip of a tail. It's pink because the joey hasn't developed its fur yet.
A bit more of a foot.
Two little hind feet.
Merrilyn, the sleeping mother.
Initially a joey's ears are floppy, like the one to our right.
The left hand ear is starting to stand upright now as the joey develops.
Light fur is starting to develop, along with whiskers.
Gotta love kangaroo joeys!