The Joey’s Paws

Perfectly formed hands hang out of the pouch. They hold the promise of better times. Times of abundant grass, green hills; a creek running with water. And rain, lots of rain.

A male and female pair of Common Wallaroos coming up to my house for drinks.
Black Wallaroo checking me out after sipping from the bird’s bath.
A Red-necked Wallaby who can barely hop because her heavy joey is reluctant to leave the pouch in winter.

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