A visit to Australia would not complete without a Kangaroo adventure. This deadly specimen I captured in the wild with my bare hands after having been ambushed in my sleep. Here I am frightening the beast into submission by imitating its fanged snarl.

Actually, a kind lady by the name of Sue Eldrige has a home in the bush about twenty minutes outside of the town of Toodyay near crown land. She feeds the wild Kangaroos daily, and from time to time rescues or is given a joey (young Kangaroo) that has lost its mother.

This one is still living in her house with her. Here the Roo is in a cloth pouch, if you notice. There are two videos here, one of the Roo in the pouch and one outside the pouch. It was funny, the little guy wanted out to walk around a bit, but shortly after it got out it wanted back in. Sue lowered the pouch down with one hand, and it jumped in head first and then spun around and popped its head out. Without a mother, anything to substitute for the marsupial pouch works just fine.

This is a Pink and Grey Galah, which I guess is a kind of parrot. You ornithologists can set me straight, if need be. Sue feeds the Kangaroos grain everyday out of several old tires scattered behind her house. The Galahs and other wild birds are “opportunists,” she says. Sue calls the Galahs “bush clowns.” This one was pretty comical, popping its head up and down to eat and keep a look out at the same time. Very pretty birds, but they make an awful racket.

Well, folks, that’s my stay in Australia. I hop on a plain for L.A. this evening. I will be leaving sunny and warm Perth for sunny and warm California. Eat your heart out New Englanders, I am missing a good chunk of the chill.