The Unique Kangaroo

I had a chance to get up close and pet a kangaroo at a sanctuary outside Melbourne on my first visit down under. I reached far back to my school days to remember that marsupials are a group of animals whose babies are carried in the mother’s pouch. The fascinating and unique kangaroo is the largest of the marsupials. Their strong muscular tail is used for balance when hopping and as a prop when resting. Hind legs are long and strong while forelegs are short.

A female kangaroo becomes fertile at 18 months, the male at 3 years. The normal gestation period of a baby is ten months; however, if the food supply is not adequate the mother can stall the pregnancy for an indefinite period of time until nature provides an adequate food supply! The baby stays in the pouch 9-11 months. The fetus, not much bigger than a large bean, is born after only a few days, then claws and climbs its way into the pouch where it develops. Mama has two teats in the pouch and it is possible for her to have two babies at different stages of development in the pouch at the same time. In such a case she produces a different kind of milk for each baby! She could also have one in the womb so it is possible for her to raise all three babies at the same time. Now is that unique or what! To the best of my knowledge the kangaroo is the only animal who can do this.

The poor female spends most of her life pregnant and raising children. The baby is called a Joey. Mama can determine the sex of her child, and usually waits to have a male ‘til her later years, as she is the one responsible for raising him and teaching the male to box. She often takes a bit of a bruising during that process. Kangaroos have no herding instinct, each reacting in his or her own way.

The dominant male can live to 12-15 years. He spends his life checking on his females, as they are not synchronous breeders. Their thick strong claws often claw the abdomen when fighting. A dominant male only remains so for 3-4 years before a younger stronger male takes over.

There are 27 species of kangaroos from the smallest 9” kangaroo rat to the red kangaroo, the largest of them all who can cover 47 feet in a good jump/leap. The most common kangaroo is the eastern gray kangaroo, which grows 4-5 feet tall.

I think most people are fascinated with kangaroos because they are not only cute and so different from any other animal, but, except for zoos, they are seen only in Australia.
When on Kangaroo Island, where the animals out number people two to one, we found a baby kangaroo hanging in a cloth sling on a hat tree as we entered the showroom of an eucalyptus oil factory. Its mama had been hit and killed by a truck. The kind people had rescued the Joey. Hanging she was safe and out of the traffic of the store. I think she spent more time in someone’s arms being cooed to than she did hanging in her sling. We all held and petted her. She was just precious and what a thrill. Such remarkable moments make a trip a memorable one.

GANDER, NEWFOUNDLAND

Crossroads of the World
Because of Gander’s aviation history I had always wanted to visit the city. The nicely done museum appears to have a plane running through it. Its tail is over the entrance and the nose of the plane protrudes out the back of the building.

The pretty much fog-free area was isolated until the 1930s when the British Air Ministry chose it for an air base. In 1936 its 6000-foot runway was the longest in the world. However shortly, the base was filled with wartime air traffic. It was a strategic refueling base as well as a major service and air traffic control center.

After WW II Gander became the hub for trans-Atlantic commercial airline routes. Today it is an alternate landing site for the space shuttle.

I was in South America on 9/11, when on that terrible day 39 international planes carrying 6500 people were diverted to Gander. After all hotel and B&B rooms were filled, churches and schools were opened, and finally the friendly people of Gander opened their homes to house and feed stranded airline passengers. All of the 6500 people, who suddenly found themselves in Gander, had a bed to sleep in. No one had to sleep in a chair at the airport! Emergency phone lines were set up and cell phones were lent to people so calls could be made to worried family members. I met some of the musicians who hastily put together shows to entertain the city’s unexpected visitors. As the book title says it was a day the world came to visit Gander.It was nice to hear about the kindness of strangers to strangers and this heartwarming 9/11 story

Kangaroos, Kookaburras and Tea

It amazes me how many people don’t know Australia is a continent unto itself. Can you imagine coming to the United States for a week by spending a day in Boston, one in New York City, another in Chicago, one in San Francisco and a final day in Los Angles and then saying you’ve seen America? Evan worse make that a few hours in each city—if you were cruising and putting into port more than likely that is what it would be.

Yet Americans do this all the time when traveling overseas. Although Australia is shaped a bit differently than the U.S. it is still about the same size. I have many fun stories from down under from two 3 ½ week visits.

One delightful adventure meant a ride from Sydney up into the Blue Mountains where we had afternoon tea in a lovely park setting. Our van driver’s wife had made and sent with him a delicious spice cake. Kangaroos, including several mamas with a Joey in her pouch, played around us all afternoon. We watched with fascination as they hopped around, but we respected their territory and did not try to pet them-----that came on another day on another trip when I visited a sanctuary where the animals were tame and used to people.

Kookaburras in the trees serenaded us as if saying welcome down under as we sipped our tea on the beautiful warm sunny day. As I write this my rusty brain is trying to remember the kookaburra song we sang as kids some sixty-five years ago:
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree
Merry merry king of the bush is he
Laugh kookaburra, laugh kookaburra
Gay your life must be.
In the second verse I think he eats the gum drops, while we begged him to leave some for me. I haven’t thought about that little song for years--- since my now middle-aged children sang it.

Our van driver told us a many interesting things about Australia’s national animal, but except for its name I’ll save the rest for another day. When European explorers first saw the strange jumping animal, they asked an aborigine, "What arw they called?"
He answered, “Kangaroo,” meaning I do not understand your question.
Repeated, the question received the same answer, and that is how the kangaroo got its name. True or not, I have my doubts, but it makes for a good story and the ending to today’s ramblings.