It was a warm summer morning, a welcome couple of degrees cooler than the previous one, and with just enough breeze blowing to maybe keep some of the flies away. Ever since that cruel three millimetres of rain a couple of weeks previously, the one that literally rained mud, the mosquitoes and flies had been horrendous. I can stand the occasional fly, except in my mouth–oh yes, that has happened! But when the sticky ones come in droves and crawl around the moist corners of my eyes and nose, the romantic notion of living in the Outback is quickly replaced with annoyance.
I’d motivated myself to walk because I had been two days without walking, my main source of exercise, and my body needed it. The sun wasn’t over the horizon yet, but the glow was stunning by the time I reached the top of the hill, only a few minutes from our house. As is my habit, I scanned the surroundings while walking down the hill into the golf course valley. A couple of weeks prior I’d looked to my left at that very spot, and there, silently trotting along, were three dingoes, about fifteen feet away from me. They were not interested in me and a minute or so later I realised why. Coming around the corner was shirtless guy and his dog out for their morning run. I’m sure this was all just a little too much urban life for the dingoes who liked the cover of night for their running.
As I continued down the hill the sun crested the horizon. There were no other humans around at that moment so I walked, and listened. There is a point near the back of the course where the buggy path diverges into two, one to the left and one to the right, though they meet again at the same place. I saw a small dark ‘something’ in the middle of the left path. Was it moving? I got closer, expecting it to be a bird, feathers being ruffled by the breeze, perhaps. I had found dead birds in this area before. But as I got closer I realised, not only was the ‘something’ moving, it was hissing with what seemed like distress. And no wonder. A few feet closer I realised, it was a tiny kangaroo joey! This just didn’t compute in my brain. Of all the things I’d seen or ever thought I’d see, this was not one of them. Kangaroo mums usually keep their joeys safely inside the pouch…unless…perhaps it had been set upon by the dingoes! I had seen dead kangaroos in this little valley a few times, one morning I even saw a dingo feeding from a carcass. As I rushed up to grab the poor little thing, I simultaneously glanced around for immediate danger, and scanned the joey for injuries.
It seemed remarkably uninjured. And the scrub was quietly holding any secrets it might have. I held the joey close to my body, hoping it would feel the warmth through my tee shirt. It was very distressed and continued to make the hissing sound, but was not aggressive. Slowly, it began to feel the comfort in the rhythmic movement of my body walking rapidly home. Suddenly, nearby there was a young Indigenous man. He saw that I was cradling something and he came over to me. I told him I’d found it in the dirt. He was bewildered and then asked if I wanted him to take it…well actually he motioned that, I don’t think he spoke much English, as is common here. I thanked him and said ‘No, I know who to take it to’. At least I’d hoped I knew. He looked doubtful that this white-fella-woman would know how to care for it but I smiled and said thank you and wished him a good day.
A couple of minutes later I met the old Italian gentleman who walks his German Shepard most mornings. He saw what I was carrying and seemed very concerned. I told him I knew someone who could take care of it and he smiled and said ‘Oh, that’s good’ and gave me a thumbs up! His English wasn’t so great either, but at least I could speak a little Italian if necessary!
A minute or so later shirtless guy, running with his greyhound, came bounding down the hill and gave us an odd look. By this time the return walk seemed like it was taking forever with the wee one still distressed, so I just said good morning and kept moving. I imagine he wondered all day long what I was doing with a tiny joey cuddled in my arms. I know I would have!
I was on the home stretch and started trying to think of what I could put the joey in when I got it home, who I would call, and remembering gratefully this was Don’s morning to leave home later for his weekly commitment at the hospital. He would be there to help. When I got to the glass doors he saw me and came over and as he got closer he rushed to unlock it, having guessed what I was holding. “What have you got there?” I quickly explained to him what had happened and we set about on our divided tasks, he finding the phone number of The Kangaroo Sanctuary, and me finding an old pillow case or tee shirt to hold the joey.
Don took over nursing duty while I phoned the Kangaroo Sanctuary. We had visited the Sanctuary two and a half years before, and saw the love and dedication they gave their little rescued kangaroos and I knew if they couldn’t take the joey, they would know someone who could. Fortunately, Tahnee answered my call and said she was coming into to town in a little over an hour and she would collect little joey herself. This meant I could nurse the sweet little thing, and savour every moment until help arrived. As we sat quietly, joey nestled deeply into the old tee shirt, and quieted down. At one point I could feel his head, moving rhythmically, perhaps sucking on his paw, as they sometimes do. By the time Tahnee arrived, he was calmed down enough to definitely be looking for a teat to feed from. I had tried to give him a drink from a small cloth dipped in water, but he didn’t want that. He wanted the good stuff!
When Tahnee arrived I shared the story of finding the joey alone in the dirt and crying from distress. I explained to her there were regular sightings of dingoes in that area and she said most likely the mother was being chased and she pushed the joey from the pouch, hoping that one or the other of them would be saved. It is a survival strategy that a good Mama kangaroo would employ. She also informed me he was definitely a little boy, and that he was a ‘Euro’ which is a small variety of kangaroo. She said she could tell he was about five months old because his eyes were opened but he had no hair yet. He looked a little like an alien, in fact. He would probably just have begun poking his head out of the pouch at that stage, to get used to the sun, but he couldn’t stand or hop around yet—which was why I had found him laying down but with his head held up as he ‘hissed’. Hissing is the distress sound that a Euro makes, rather than a howl or a wailing sound other animals might make. It actually sounded a bit like wheezing, which alarmed me when I first got close to it. Tahnee said once he was calmed he wouldn’t make that sound all the time, which we had already seen when we were waiting for her to come.
Tahnee recognised me when I called for help at 6.30 that morning, as the person who owned a painting of one of their kangaroos, Queen Abi. Abi is a red kangaroo and is very cuddly and sweet with Tahnee, having been raised by her and Chris, the founder of the Sanctuary. We had actually met Queen Abi when we visited the Sanctuary. I wanted her to see the painting in person and so we showed her inside and she was amazed. She had pictured it as a much smaller work and was delighted to see that it took pride of place in our home. Once she had a look at the joey she asked if she could photograph us in front of the painting—a kind of full circle moment for all of us. She asked, very kindly if we had a name for him and I did. I told her he could be Amos. My Instagram name is ‘Amos the magic dog’, based on a name my Dad gave our lovely old cattle-dog-cross, Storm, over 18 years ago. Both Dad and Storm are gone, but ‘Amos the magic dog’ was what Dad called Storm, since he was kind of a magical little creature for both, appearing out of nowhere, and for disappearing just when you wanted him! He was magic, and so was Amos the joey, who appeared like magic at the perfect time and place for me to rescue him.
After they left, I suddenly remembered, the old tee shirt I had pulled from the drawer was one of Don’s from Sanctuary Cove. It seemed even more likely Amos was on his destined path, two sanctuaries in one day, what are the chances? Tahnee later sent me a video of Amos lapping water from her hand. I think he is a little survivor.
Eha said:
At a time so many sad and tragic things are occurring both in our country and all over the world, thank you so much for sharing the few hours Amos and you spent together right in the middle of our land, in a place many could not envisage or even find on a map. I saw the beautiful photo already on Instagram and am glad to have been able to follow you on your morning walk. Am certain Amos will thrive in good care and you have a warm and lovely memory forever in the back of your mind . . . enjoy . . . even if the temps in Alice will make those very early morning walks a necessity . . . best . . .
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Ardys said:
I have been in touch with the Sanctuary this morning and Amos made it through his first night without his mum, very well. He is feeding and is much more calm. They are so loving and knowledgeable at the Sanctuary, I’m sure he will lead a good life with them. It was a good end to an upsetting story and as you say, an upsetting time in our country. I can only imagine the ups and downs experienced by the rescuers for the wildlife down south.
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Bettyann Marx said:
I love this!
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Ardys said:
I’m so pleased you enjoyed it Bettyann. Today, it feels like a dream, like it never really happened, but I was in touch with the Sanctuary this morning and they sent me a photo of little Amos, having survived his first night without his Mum, so I know it was real! xx
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Donna said:
Wow! What an amazing, uplifting, story and experience Ardys! Thank you for sharing! I’m so glad you came along when you did and that “Amos” is now in the kind, capable hands of the Kangaroo Sanctuary! I remember cuddling those orphaned baby Kangaroos when we visited like yesterday as I expect you will remember cuddling and caring for little Amos. Hooray for both of you!
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Ardys said:
I, too, remember holding Milly and Tilly at the Kangaroo Sanctuary. That visit was one of the best things we’ve ever done, and that is saying something. Likewise, rescuing little Amos was one of the best things I’ve ever done. They sent me an update last evening again and he is doing well. Apparently he weighs 400grams–less than a pound! So little!
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daleleelife101.blog said:
I’m so glad you recorded and posted this happy tale for posterity… as well as having the wonderful memory. It reads like a childrens story in the way it unfolds… perhaps it could be, with a happy ending of the rescuer visiting Amos the joey all grown up at the sanctuary ☺
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Ardys said:
Thank you Dale. I did give a passing thought to the story being adapted for children. When I walked the following morning and could smell the decomposing corpse somewhere in the scrub, the gruesomeness of it all kind of made the children’s story seem like a remote possibility. The Sanctuary has given me two updates and all seems well with little Amos. I’m so happy. I will certainly try to visit him when he is older, though, not all of their hand reared survivors are in the public area, some are released into a huge area that is fenced off from predators but not in the publicly accessible areas. x
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Littlesundog said:
You can imagine how this story has special meaning to me. My heart just melted and tears of happiness welled up. Amos is a lucky joey. And your life has been gifted because of your kindness and caring. And how wonderful is it to have a kangaroo sanctuary not far that offers help for these critters? This story just made my day!
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Ardys said:
I thought of you as this story was unfolding, and how gratifying it is to help a young creature have a life. I knew you would enjoy this story and I was ‘channeling Lori’ as I wrote it, because you do such a good job on your own wildlife stories. xx
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Littlesundog said:
Aw, thank you, Ardys. It really hit home with my emotions.
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splendiferoous said:
this was a beautiful read
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Ardys said:
Thank you so much. It was a beautiful experience, surreal, actually.
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