Three Rs: Rescue, Rehabilitation And Revenge Of Roos

Overall, I was pretty happy with the article and duly submitted and had it published. I sat back basking in my efforts and accomplishments without a backward thought to the wonderful gentle unique Australian creature we call the Kangaroo.

In 1995 I was living on a farm in Candelo, a peaceful serene tranquil rural village in the Bega Valley of New South Wales. Perched high on a hill on the edge of the valley, surrounded by views that stretched for eternity of lush green mountains, crystal clear pure rivers and patchwork farmlands. The cottage I lived in was built in 1850 and was called Candelo Cottage and the garden, which was bigger than the cottage was bursting with every type of vegetable and medicinal herb known to man. My ducks, bantams, chicken, roosters, rabbits, guinea fowl and turkeys all pecked around the lawn and gardens. I helped out on the farm with the pregnant cows and the ones who were paralyzed after giving birth to their calves and I loved it so much that I became a native wildlife carer and began to take in sick and injured animals who had been hit by vehicles or attacked by domestic and feral animals. Mostly I was known as the "bird lady" and I had a permanent menagerie of native magpies wandering around the wide wooden verandahs and perched on the window sills and wood heap. One of my magpies, Woody became quite a star, if you tossed a screwed up piece of paper to her she would play soccer with it for hours, chasing it around the house and rolling with it, just like a dog or a cat with a ball of string.