We’ve been to Binna Burra, 1000m up in the Lamington National Park. A lovely place. While walking the trails there a family came past with a pet kangaroo hopping along beside them like a puppy. He’s called Sylvester. His mother was killed by a car, but he was rescued. A lot of kangaroos get hit by cars because they use the hot tarmac to keep warm in the cold nights, often with fatal results. Sylvester was lucky. He wasn’t weaned, but apparently you can get kangaroo formula milk from the vet upon which he has thrived. He has a pillow case as a pouch and is very lazy, expecting to get carried around everywhere as his mother would have done. Here he is, getting a cuddle from your correspondent:

 

 

And here, standing on his own two feet accepting a piece of grass which he’s just started to eat:

 

 

Is he cute (cute as, for any NZ readers), or what? However he’s an Eastern Grey so he’s going to get BIG. He’ll almost need his own trailer or horsebox. Apparently they normally return themselves to the wild after a few years, which is nice.