Mum and Joey

Mum and Joey

I didn’t notice Mum here as I unlocked the door to my truck heading off to work this morning. It was only when she moved a little that I became aware of her. Then I noticed that the young ‘roo in her pouch was wriggling around to get a better view of the world. It’s a drizzly old morning – her back is pretty wet. Joey, of course, looks pretty snug and dry.

[Submitted to the “Thursday Challenge” for June 30, 2005 – “Container”]

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