Most Australians have a love/hate relationship with kangaroos. Kangaroos are not shy or elusive, they are common place. Everywhere. At least where I live, they are everywhere. I live rurally, and towns are sparsely situated in the middle of bushland, or ‘scrub’ as we call it. Driving these country roads, especially at dusk is quite dangerous. I doubt many families locally would have been spared the experience of ‘hitting a roo’ whilst driving. It’s scary and very dangerous, and you can never really relax whilst you’re driving long distances. The problem with kangaroos is they jump, and you can never be sure if they are going to jump away from you, or right smack dab in front.
But as much as they are a danger on our roads, I do love them. I love watching them bound along, I love seeing a little joey poke its head out of its mother’s pouch. We have a big male kangaroo live close by with his little family, and to see him draw himself up on his hind legs, his broad shoulders ready for a fight if need be – it’s remarkable.
You do not want to be near an angry male kangaroo.