Possums are among Australia’s quietest casualties—gentle, nocturnal beings often overlooked until it’s too late. In care, we see the toll of misinformation and neglect: fragile bodies failing from incorrect diets, orphaned joeys clinging to life, and species like the Ringtail teetering on the edge of extinction. This blog is a space to illuminate their stories, advocate for informed care, and remind readers that every possum life matters.

Kangaroos are far more than the bounding silhouettes on our national crest—they are emotionally complex, socially bonded beings who suffer deeply when misunderstood. In regional care settings, we see the consequences of that misunderstanding daily: joeys torn from mothers, adults overstimulated or neglected, and survivors like Cherish who arrive on the brink. This blog is a space to reclaim their stories, challenge the narratives that fail them, and celebrate the quiet, powerful work of healing that happens when we choose empathy over exploitation.

Australia’s kangaroos are iconic, yet increasingly treated as expendable. Behind the labels of “sustainable” and “humane” lies a reality of mass slaughter, orphaned joeys, and cultural disregard. This blog asks the hard questions: When did it become OK? And how long will we stay silent?

A Land That Once Knew Balance

Australia is a land of paradox — ancient yet scarred, vast yet shrinking in spirit. For tens of thousands of years, kangaroos bounded across this continent in harmony with its people and its rhythms. They were never just animals; they were part of the story. Aboriginal communities understood this deeply, living with the land, not over it.

But something changed.

This blog post is a call to conscience. It draws parallels between the fate of kangaroos in Australia and the wolves of North America — both victims of narratives rooted in fear, not science. It asks: When did it become okay? And more importantly: When will it stop?

Australia loves its kangaroos—until it doesn’t. Every year, tens of thousands are shot across the country under the guise of management and conservation, often at night, often without public scrutiny, and always at a cost. Meanwhile, animated mascots bounce across tourism campaigns, airline logos, and national branding, selling the kangaroo as a proud symbol of Australian identity. This blog post explores the staggering contradiction: how a nation can glorify its wildlife for profit while systematically erasing it from the landscape. It’s time to ask—what does it really mean to love a species, if we’re willing to kill it to keep it out of sight?

At Amaris Wildlife Sanctuary, every life matters—no matter how small, how broken, or how wild. Behind every rescue is a story of compassion, courage, and unwavering dedication. This letter is written from the perspective of the animals whose lives have been touched by wildlife carers. It’s a tribute to the quiet heroes who walk through heartbreak to bring hope.

To those who show up, again and again—this is for you.

Advocating for kangaroos has taken me to some dark emotional places lately. This isn’t just about policy or pet food labels—it’s about bearing witness to cruelty, and trying to make sense of a world that celebrates kangaroos in advertisements while disregarding their suffering. In this post, I reflect on the grief, the helplessness, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going when everything feels too heavy.

Advocating for kangaroos shouldn’t come with cruelty—but lately, it feels like compassion has become controversial. As media attention grows around the commercial killing of kangaroos, I’ve noticed a troubling rise in online abuse directed at carers and advocates who speak up. This blog is a personal reflection on what it means to raise your voice for wildlife in a world that doesn’t always want to listen.

Living among kangaroos should be a privilege—yet too often, their presence is met with frustration instead of curiosity or compassion. A recent comment made to me got me thinking: when people say “there are more kangaroos than ever,” what are they really seeing? This post unpacks the changes we’ve made to the landscape, the consequences wildlife are bearing, and why visibility doesn’t always equal abundance.

There are times when the media has the power to inform, to challenge, and to inspire compassion. And then there are times—like this past week—when it does the exact opposite. Channel 10’s recent segment on the kangaroo industry wasn’t just disappointing; it was a gut punch to every wildlife carer, advocate, and compassionate Australian who knows the truth behind the commercial slaughter of our native animals. This blog post is not just a response—it’s a moment of truth. Because when journalism becomes a mouthpiece for cruelty, someone has to speak for those who can’t.

Two wildlife sanctuaries in Western Australia have just closed their doors—not because they stopped caring, but because they simply couldn’t keep going. This blog is a reflection on the heartbreak, the exhaustion, and the quiet crisis facing wildlife carers across the country. It’s not just about burnout—it’s about a system that leaves us behind, and the question we keep asking: Did we choose this, or did it choose us?

Every winter in Canberra, the killing begins. Behind closed reserves and under the cover of darkness, thousands of kangaroos are shot—funded by taxpayer dollars and justified by a narrative that’s wearing thin. This blog is not just a plea. It’s a cry from all of us who have written, spoken, and wept for years. Why, oh why, is no one listening?

Dead kangaroos have been found again—this time in a paddock on Allen Road, Walpole

No shooter in sight. No explanation. Just the aftermath: lifeless bodies, likely mothers, left to rot in the open. At this time of year, nearly every female kangaroo carries a joey. So we must ask: what happened to them?

For decades, kangaroos—Australia’s iconic, sentient, native animals—have been quietly turned into football boots and fashion accessories. Their skins, marketed as “K-leather,” were prized for being lightweight and durable. But behind every pair of boots was a brutal truth: night-time shootings, orphaned joeys, and a commercial industry that treats wildlife as disposable.

Now, finally, the world is waking up.

We’ve been fed a story. One that paints kangaroos as pests, nuisances, and obstacles. A story that justifies cruelty, indifference, and silence. But it’s time to change the narrative—because the one we’ve been told is not only wrong, it’s dangerous.

Let’s rewrite the story. Because they are not the problem. They are the victims of one.

This one is raw and from the heart. It’s about kangaroos—but it’s also about us. About why so many dismiss their suffering. About the disconnect that silences outrage. About the carers who break under the weight of it. About kindness—and why we need more of it, not just for wildlife, but for each other.

I wrote this in memory of Mikayla Raines and every soul who gave everything for animals and still felt unseen. Please read, please reflect, and please… let’s choose compassion.

The Kangaroo Divide: Why Is It So Easy to Hate What We Should Be Protecting?

There’s something deeply broken in the way we see our kangaroos.

They’re on our coat of arms, our coins, our tourism posters. Foreigners marvel at them; documentaries celebrate them. Yet at home, too often, they’re dismissed as pests, ridiculed in memes, and treated as roadkill punchlines.

The Truth Behind the Purr: How Pet Cats Are Harming Our Wildlife

There’s a common sentiment: “My cat wouldn’t hurt anything.” We want to believe it. We need to believe it. But the truth is, even the gentlest, best-fed cats are natural-born hunters. And the numbers don’t lie.

“There Was No Screech—Only My Screams and the Snap of Shattered Bones”

Over the years, I’ve read countless reports—calls for help, updates from carers, desperate searches that end in heartbreak. Each one struck me. Each one brought tears. But nothing compares to witnessing it. Nothing prepares you for the sound.

The Silent Suffering: What Happens to a Joey Left in Her Mother’s Pouch After a Roadstrike

It’s a tragedy we see far too often—an adult kangaroo hit by a car, her body left at the roadside. What many don’t realise is that inside that still pouch, life may still be flickering. A pinkie joey—fragile, hairless, blind, and entirely dependent—is silently waiting for the mother who will never respond again.