In late October, I went for another bushwalk.
In blossom were fan flowers:

muntries:

and those papery, daisy-like flowers, the common everlastings:

I encountered other inhabitants of the area, too —
many of them.

It was mid-morning — grazing time, I think, before the sun gets too hot.
I don’t like disturbing roos:
when threatened, they can be aggressive, especially if they are guarding joeys.
And besides, I’m aware that I’m on their territory, not vice versa.
So I stepped away and left them happily to it …

… Do you think it’s comfortable in that pouch?
It doesn’t look it to me!