Friday Night Fight Club

Boxing Kangaroos, Australia.

The first rule of Fight Club is : You do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
Third rule of Fight Club . If someone hops off!”, goes limp, says “enough Skippy”or keels over, the fight is over.
Fourth rule: Only two Roos to a fight.

























The eighth rule of Fight Club: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB,
You HAVE to fight.

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The Old Man of the Forest


The Old Man of the Forest ostracized by the rest of the mob, discarded and unwanted. There’s a new kid on the block. It can be a lonely old life.
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Wildlife on your doorstep quite literally

Australian Wildlife right here on my doorstep who would have thought it?
Now when I say doorstep I do mean doorstep. A couple of months ago within two metres of the front door  a 2 metre long Brown Snake went slithering by.
It just so happens that the Eastern Brown is one of the most venomous snakes in the world.
Thankfully that does not happen very often. But in the height of summer I have learnt to tread carefully but LOUDLY when out in the paddocks.

Even after nearly four years of living here I still find it quite amazing that whenever I open my front door I never quite know what Australian Wildlife is going to pop up next.
This morning in the glade of trees that stretches along the front driveway I spotted a Fox Club. He wasn’t too shy and sat quite happily watching my old deaf Labrador go about his business.
That was until a hare hidden in a scrape it had made decided to make a dash and startled the cub. So it ended up with the Hare actually chasing the young Fox.

The Hare was also around yesterday afternoon. Sometimes we come across their young called Leverets hiding and resting in the long grass.
My life seems to be full of coincidences. Yesterday afternoon I had just finished reading an excellent book  Christmas present from me to me)  “The secret life of the Mountain Hare”by Andy Howard.
I barely had time to put the book down just as Banjo our 14 year old bossy, deaf, yellow Labrador had decided that everything had to stop. According to his watch it was time to do what Labs need to do before tea.
We hadn’t gone thirty metres from the front door as the hare ran pas again. European Brown Hare not Mountain. Not here in South Australia where the mercury can hit 45 in the height of summer.

Some wildlife photographers have to travel for miles before they see anything. Yes I know how lucky am I to see all of this right here on my doorstep? So pinch me.

This afternoon was no different.

In the heat of an Australian Summer what better place to seek shelter in the afternoon than beneath a Casuarina tree?

A Jill with her amazing disappearing Joey…


Kangaroo and Joey

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