In the gloaming hours, those hours between dog and wolf, I was woken by my dog. She was barking, howling, at an ageing kangaroo kicked out by his mob and condemned to a life ending by the inlet. They both stared at each other, an old boy roo and my dog. After hours, indeed years, the boomer took off and chased the dog along the track.
Saturday, May 22, 2021
Boomer meets Selkie
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I cannot help thinking that one day I will be kicked out by my mob.
ReplyDeleteIt's kinda sad to see them but the old blokes seem to congregate here.
DeleteAnimals have got it right.
ReplyDeletePretty brutal though. No aged care scenarios here.
DeleteSurvival of the fittest. Sooner or later, everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences (author unknown).
ReplyDeleteWait for my next tale Susan. It's purely Darwinian.
DeleteHaha funny. Good onya Boomer. And here's me thinking you were going to talk about the Boomer demographic.
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