I was making my breakfast about 5.30am, when there arose such a clatter on the roof.
Dashing outside, I caught sight of a young kangaroo hopping down our drive, not three metres from the house. He/She paused, giving me a backward glance, and then bounded through the garden and back into bushland.
Further investigation, utilising my best CSI skills, showed that said kangaroo had bounded out of the bushland, through Son’s melon and corn plot, across the terrace garden, then onto the roof of the small carport attached to the house. The carport’s roof is the same height as the top of the terrace area’s stone retaining wall. From the carport roof, the kangaroo must have bounded into the garden running from the terrace down to ground level, parallel to the driveway. It had landed on the drive way by the time I had made it through the front door, ready to eye ball me from the drive.
After giving me the once over in my pink stripe pyjamas, it retreated back into the bush.
Welcome to the country, Australian style!