I've become quite blasé about kangaroos and wallabies. Wherever I walk around home I see them: munching on grass with a joey hanging out the pouch; lounging, up to twenty of them, on the grassy stretch down by the creek; bounding off the track into the bush as I approach them heading out to the headland; and occasionally investigating my drive. I forget that to people from elsewhere they are exotic, and encounters I take for granted would be highlights of a visit for friends from the northern hemisphere. The down side of their presence is the need for supreme caution as I drive into my village from the highway: I would hate to hit a macropod eruption from the dark.
This post is linked to Paula's weekly non-challenge: have a look at her portrait of a cactus.