All joeys are beautiful creatures, but some steal your heart more than others. Merrilyn had stolen my heart from the very beginning, and now Blossom was the second of the many joeys I had raised, that touched me just a little bit deeper. She had the same effect on Merrilyn.
Part 24 I talked about this developing relationship and it fascinated me as my observations of the wild kangaroos on my property was that they did not readily take to each other.
The only solid relationships were between mother and joey, and once the joey was out of the pouch and fully weaned there was no longer any physical contact unless it was a cuff with a paw if the joey ventured back too close to its mother. If a joey was orphaned it either survived by itself or died. Only once have I seen a wild mother take on a joey that was not its own, and all it allowed was the joey to stay reasonably close and that seemed enough to enable that joey to survive.
Part 24 that Blossom had managed to injure her toe. She spent a good of time in her pouch recovering and Merrilyn was generally on guard.
Bonking Bob. He too spent time on guard.