It’s a question I need to ask after this morning’s hilarious episode.

As most of you are aware Stacey and I live part way up a mountain to the North-West of Brisbane which, due to working in the city, requires an early start to my commute each morning.

This morning’s travels started in the usual way but at this time of year the headlights of the Z3 do little for additional illumination as I’m leaving at the stage where the sunrise is cancelling out their effect. I’m also a lot more cautious at this stage of the year as the local wildlife is becoming more prominent around the sides of the road.

At the top of our street you turn left and head down a winding road towards the valley below. I rounded a corner to find two wallabies, marsupials not rugby union players, sitting in the middle of the road with their backs to me, enjoying the view. I slowed expecting them to dart off in all directions but what happened next was amusing.

One of the wallabies turned its head, looking over its shoulder at my car, put its front paws to its head and fainted. Yes my friends, it collapsed like and Italian Soccer player looking for a penalty. It’s friend looked down at it, I think laughed but can’t confirm that, then saw the car’s headlights and scooted off into the bush leaving its mate in a crumpled mess in the middle of the road.

I stopped the car well short of the wallaby, got out and walked towards it. As I approached it lifted it’s head, saw me, struggled to its feet and slowly, very, very slowly, moved to the edge of the road. I followed to see if it was Ok only to see it lie down again in the longer grass about 2 metres off the side of the road. It seemed to be recovering from it’s scare.

It does make me wonder if our wildlife is a little soft these days…