Back in 2007, while on a working trip to Australia, I had the chance to visit the family of the young man who was to become my first son-in-law a year later. Their home was a drive of some two hours south of Brisbane, and on a Saturday we made a trip to the nearby Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary. One of the attractions was a large, fenced enclosure in which a walking path permitted interaction with a few dozen kangaroos of varying ages. One mother roo in particular caught my eye as her joey started to climb into her pouch, but stopped the process somewhat before all of his parts were fully aboard.
As the sole of his foot is obviously facing skyward, I’ve wondered many times how he managed to get into quite this position and if it was really comfortable enough to stay that way. I’m pretty sure he was the only occupant at the time. He surely doesn’t look overly concerned, though!