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And then the wallaby farted
First off, I'd like to mention I've got fresh photos of Harriet the Galapagos Island tortoise that met Charles Darwin on my site here. (I'm not going to make a habit of announcing updates to Roophilia here, but I thought this was topical as a follow up to an earlier post.)
It being a public holiday in Queensland but not in Victoria, I thought I'd console myself over
ristin's absence by visiting the kangaroos at Lone Pine. I hadn't spent time alone with them for a few months, so it seemed a good opportunity. I pondered how lucky I am to be able to take these kangaroos for granted when poor
aldi had to make every moment count, even going so far as doing things I disapproved of. Of course, I don't need the kangaroos like I used to before I met that wonderful raccoon. How blessed am I?
But, bringing us back to the title of this entry, I heard a male Pretty-face wallaby fart. Twice. I didn't smell anything, but it was a very distinctive noise. Although it's the first time I caught one at it, it's not uncommon for macropods to fart. Grass isn't all that good for you, you know.
It being a public holiday in Queensland but not in Victoria, I thought I'd console myself over
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But, bringing us back to the title of this entry, I heard a male Pretty-face wallaby fart. Twice. I didn't smell anything, but it was a very distinctive noise. Although it's the first time I caught one at it, it's not uncommon for macropods to fart. Grass isn't all that good for you, you know.
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As for "needing" kangaroos, that's a curly one. Maybe "need" is too strong a word. The kangaroos would revitalise my spirit, help me to regain my calm centre. Does one "need" these things? Maybe. I freely admit that my reliance on kangaroos was fuelled by loneliness. Roophilia probably would never have come into existence if I hadn't broken up with my first boyfriend.
Yes. You get to touch them and pet them and feed them. I'll be happy to take you.
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(disclaimer: rose is insane and delerious tonight, do not pay attention to the squeaking spotty)
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(disclaimer: rose is insane and delerious tonight, do not pay attention to the squeaking spotty)