These males are in the same large mob of Eastern Grey Kangaroos. The mob have camped around a wetland which is drying in stages - producing a different layers of color.
This guy has come down from the hills to live with me for a bit while he recuperates. You can see where a fight has left scars on his flank.
He might have been beaten, but he is still proud. He shows no fear of me.
A while back, I reared a couple of joeys (baby kangaroos). Feeding them a special formula, keeping them in an old pillow slip for pouch time, teaching them how to nibble grass, babysitting them at work (hanging the pillow slip on the back of a door or chair) and, as soon as it was time, reintroducing them to their 'people'. In return, they taught me a little of their language and one, once, carefully, showed me her own joey.
There is nothing more exhilarating than running with a mob of 30-40 'roos travelling fast though scrub-land.