thought you were talking about my ex for a minute there...I’m on twenty two acres and there everywhere. Just have to give them space and don’t go near them. I wouldn’t try to be friendly they’re claws are too bloody big.
thought you were talking about my ex for a minute there...I’m on twenty two acres and there everywhere. Just have to give them space and don’t go near them. I wouldn’t try to be friendly they’re claws are too bloody big.
Amazing! - you were blessed to have that unique experience.This one seemed to accept me as a child as part of her family. I could put my hand in her pouch with no objection, and she would hop along behind me all day on the farm (hot days we would lie in the shade as all good roos should). Got her foot out of a rabbit trap once. If I annoyed her she would box me around the ears like I was a joey but never once hurt me.
I should have mentioned that she was considered safe because we brought her up. Her mother was shot and she was found in the pouch, and was fed with baby bottle, hanging up in a sugar-bag, so she never got to distrust humans.Amazing! - you were blessed to have that unique experience.
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