Heart of a kangaroo, Part 3

[Carol Mason wrote the text; Brett Clifton provided the photographs. This is the second of three parts. Part 1 can be found here. Part 2 can be found here.]

Walter the wallaroo
Walter the wallaroo, looking older and wiser than he really is! Photo by Brett Clifton
There are all the various issues, but one has only to see the terror inflicted by those who, for “pleasure” or profit hunt down at night the fleeing kangaroo families in spotlights, blinding them, with vehicles, outmatching them, to the despair of fellow humans. The babies (joeys) are hauled from the mothers’ pouches to be bludgeoned to death, some fleeing and starving. 

I prefer to concentrate on the positive in life, but that is the actual fact of what happens nightly on a large scale. Because they feel they can get away with it, they call it “humane” treatment.
 


Kangaroos, once knowing it is safe, will give their trust. It is a great pity that a lot of our species are not worthy of it. In areas not so strongly predated, they will sometimes sit and look at shooters, a very sad testament to mankind. I wonder at those who find the need to kill some beings who cannot defend themselves.


Honey
Honey regards me with a healthy degree of skepticism for a joey born in the wild, even though she sees her mother giving me cuddles. Photo by Brett Clifton.
Once, a lady kangaroo was relocated here. The previous people called her “Ratty”.  To me it was a name of distinction, borne on such a gentle personality oblivious to anything derogatory. Her blind baby (due to interbreeding where she was previously) emerged prior to my being able to specially look after it, because, one morning, she came up to me, distressed, and took me down to a fenceline, where fox prints showed that it had been taken.  

I took down two other in-pouch babies I was then raising to try to console her. She stretched up, put her hands gently on the pouches, tssskkked to them to see if they were hers, realized they weren’t and again went to the vigil. She mourned for a couple of weeks.
 


Lily
A much younger Lily makng herself at home on the lounge. Photo by Brett Clifton
Having raised some joeys in the past, having released them as prescribed, having had them keep contact of their own choosing, having had Sophie, an aged kangaroo (now passed) follow the truck when I went out to do work, and, coming back, found her sitting waiting patiently for me at the back gate three hours later….having seen the great love that they express for one another….and all the interactions that occur that are equivalent to a family dog’s love, the ignorance appalls me…and so many others who have come up close, which is how we gain understanding. 

Kept at arms’ length…..used….without it being seen as that….is how those who inflict such cruelty keep on with it.
 
In our own country, the decisions are made….we do our utmost to get a hearing….here and there is a tiny glimmer that the pressure is maybe gaining a speck of ground. But we cannot let it be….There is apathy regarding wildlife in general.  

Kangaroos visiting gravesite
Nikki, Kiyo, Paris and Annie visit their old friend Pino's gravesite. Photo by Brett Clifton
The only way to broach that apathy and create a rethink for the future wellbeing is for voices to be heard. And not to be silenced.
 
Why the “authorities” don’t realize the tourist potential of our unique species, I do not know. But then there is so much in our world that is shortsighted. 

I guess that is why we all try to encourage a more far reaching vision. Whatever time it takes.
 
Unless our species wakes up to what is happening, the future does not hold the promise that it should.

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2 thoughts on “Heart of a kangaroo, Part 3

  1. Dale

    So sad. In every nation we need to wake up and incorporate the ethical treatment of animals into our way of life. Canadians must stop the dreadful seal hunt, Japanese must stop the slaughter of dolphins and whales. The way everyone treats horses is unbelievable.

    1. And the way we treat the planet on which we and our fellow creatures dwell is difficult to comprehend. Fortunately, there are people around the world speaking ever louder and more forcefully, calling our attention to the interdependent web of life.

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