There's nothing as heart warming as an eastern grey kangaroo rolling in the grass, clearly happy with life!
Those who follow this blog will recall that in Part 22, Merrilyn, Buster and Bob had their last bottle of milk. Now over eighteen months old it was time for them to be fully weaned and to stand on their own two feet. For me it was an incredibly nervous time. Would they survive? They arrived every morning, all three together, my three musketeers, hoping for a bottle but happy just to have the security of being near to the people who had been their parents for so long.
This particular morning, Merrilyn was particularly happy and rolled around on the ground, whilst Buster watched on.
Clearly she was relaxed and happy with her lot in life.
She looked healthy, and all of them had done well to survive this long as roughly 75% of joeys don't make it to 12 months of age.
Though I'd taken away any comfort, Merrilyn still moved to the patio and placed herself on her human Dad's thongs! Clearly she still felt she belonged here - or was it that she owned the place?
This was a time of peace and joy. The three joeys visiting during the day. They would lay around the house, grazing, rolling and sleeping, and then in the late afternoon heading off into the bush. Every time they headed off I said out loud "Stay safe, we love you." I wondered how long it would be before one or other did not return.
If you'd like to catch up on Merrilyn's story to date you can read all the parts here.
Oh and at last I've reached blog post 100! When I started this blog in 2010, I had no idea what warm friends it would bring to me. Thank you for your patience as my life takes turns that sees me neglecting this blog. It may take a while, but I'll fill you in on Merrilyn's journey - it has some amazing turns! Thanks for joining me and "see" you again soon.