First off, I'd like to mention I've got fresh photos of Harriet the Galapagos Island tortoise that met Charles Darwin on my site here. (I'm not going to make a habit of announcing updates to Roophilia here, but I thought this was topical as a follow up to an earlier post.)
It being a public holiday in Queensland but not in Victoria, I thought I'd console myself over ristin's absence by visiting the kangaroos at Lone Pine. I hadn't spent time alone with them for a few months, so it seemed a good opportunity. I pondered how lucky I am to be able to take these kangaroos for granted when poor aldi had to make every moment count, even going so far as doing things I disapproved of. Of course, I don't need the kangaroos like I used to before I met that wonderful raccoon. How blessed am I?
But, bringing us back to the title of this entry, I heard a male Pretty-face wallaby fart. Twice. I didn't smell anything, but it was a very distinctive noise. Although it's the first time I caught one at it, it's not uncommon for macropods to fart. Grass isn't all that good for you, you know.