From 1962 - 1964, when I was 6 - 8 years old, we had a kangaroo for a pet. She was a “Small Eastern Grey “who had been hand - reared since her Mum was killed. She had 2 owners previous to us.
My older brother and I loved “Mickey. No one else we knew had a kangaroo so we felt especially blessed. Her yard, which had 6” high fences was over to one side of the back of our house. We fed her with long grass and bread. We’d go into her yard and our cats would follow us. I remember once she reared up at me and pushed me backwards with her strong legs. Maybe I had upset her. I don’t think I cried.
The other momentous time with Mickey was when I was nearer 8. It was a Sunday morning, early before church when we looked out one window and saw Mickey bounding up the driveway towards the road ( Old Northern Rd). We all went crazy Mum, Dad, Brother and I went chasing her up the road. I don’t recall she went further than the school but somehow we got her back. That determined it! We realised Mickey must move on from our home so we rang Mr Garth Mooreland in New Line Road. as he had a Kangaroo Park. We were sorry Mickey had to leave us but we were able to visit her. She lived many more years and I’m sure enjoyed the kangaroo company. It’s now illegal to have a pet kangaroo but it wasn’t then. contributed by Christine Stockman