I was born at the Kangaroo River colony to wild parents in 2009. I am Grandma Rock wallaby now, but am still having my own joeys. Male Rock wallabies are such affectionate fathers, but only the strongest male Macropods get to become dads. I guess it’s a good way to make sure our joeys are strong. And they have to be strong and fast and clever if they are to avoid becoming fox dinner. Our human Friends work so hard to keep the agile foxes, cats and dogs away from us, but occasionally one sneaks through their defences.
When my first son Bindi was 9 months old he narrowly escaped a fox chasing him up the cliff (you can see photos of this on the Bush-tailed Rock-wallaby presentation at rockwallaby.org.au near the end of the School Programs page). Living among creviced rocky escarpment is our way of trying to keep joeys safe from the cunning predators brought far across the oceans by European settlers.
Unfortunately, humans sometimes make silly choices that have horrible long-term consequences for other species. Humans need to remember how precious the variety of life is and how easily the ecosystems that keep them healthy can unravel.
When I was a joey, I ripped the outer edge of my right ear. This makes me super easy to identify from the spy camera photos. My mum Blazie used to let the humans say hello to her when they came to change the camera batteries and photo cards, but most us are too shy to reveal ourselves … except on camera. We can’t resist munching a little fresh hay left at these monitoring cameras. Apparently, it helps the Friends of the Brush-tailed Rock-wallaby identify us for roll call, as we have to stand still to eat.
As an adopter you get to see exclusive spy camera photos and read an update on the three endangered Kangaroo Valley colonies … emailed every three months for a whole year. By adopting me you give me hope of seeing another of my joeys survive before I grow too old.