So, I’m easing back into blogging, exercising, writing, and doing housework. Been madly gardening since we came home, three weeks ago now. Been doing some family history. Hardly touched the camera. Missing Vika something awful, but at least I have stopped thinking I see her out the corner of my eye. Took about ten days before I could sit in my usual spot to put my runners on. It’s been nearly a month since she was put to sleep.
I’m never going to get another pet. When our old blue heeler died, it was on the heels of the accidental death of my stepson, so I was already filled to the brim with grief. I’d forgotten how horrible grief is.
Did you know that a baby koala is called a joey? I’d forgotten. I just googled it, and, apparently, all marsupial babies are called joeys. The koala joey is the size of a jellybean when it is born, blind and hairless. It finds its way into mum’s pouch, and stays there for about six months before venturing out into the world.
I love the way this mother koala relaxes, despite the flimsy support.
Thanks for looking.