I arrived home today to discover a kangaroo walking around the yard. There are builders here working on one of the cabins and it kept walking over the slab they are building on. The kangaroo is not wild mind you, its name is Bubba and he now lives here. A friend of our neighbours picked it up on the side of the road as a joey when it’s mum had been killed by a car. He has raised it ever since but now it is too big for his small place. However he doesn’t think it would survive in the wild as it has been raised in a house so he asked us to keep it at our place as we have lots of space. While I don’t know if any of us are thrilled about the idea of a pet kangaroo it seems like a better option than it living in a small house so we agreed. He and Keith patched up all the fences so that Bubba could live in one half of the property. He was dropped off today but it seems he had already got out.

Not knowing what to do I went and saw the neighbours. They came over and by looking for tracks worked out how the kangaroo had got out. It seems one of the gates was left open. That solved the first problem but we still didn’t know how to get it back in. So they called the owner and he came straight away. Mind you not fast enough to stop Bubba pulling down a few of Keith’s shirts off the line and pooing on them. When Bubba saw his owner they had a bit of a hug and then the owner carried him (and this is not a small roo) back into his half of the property. We shut all the gates and are hoping that Bubba will not escape again. I now have soy milk though which is apparently one of his favourites and I can use it to bribe him back in.

This is all so bizarre to me but very cool.