I’ve just been out chasing one of the more elusive kangaroos, the Yellow-footed rock wallaby, one of Australia’s threatened species, found only in some outback areas of South Australia and New South Wales. The Yellow-footed’s are rather reclusive, favouring very steep hills covered in great boulders which make for very hard stalking. They normally see you coming from many hundreds of metres away and probably laugh themselves silly at our cumbersome attempts at stealth as we struggle scrabble up the hill like great oafs, while they balletically bound across the boulders with complete poise. Despite our valiant efforts fighting great gouging gusty winds, which threatened to overbalance me and my great hulking tripod and camera on sixty degree slopes high up on a precipice, we saw none, the only possible evidence of their being may perhaps have been a snide snicker on the wind. Maybe they are all just chilling out in caves on this oppressively hot, dry, dusty afternoon? It is time to retreat to camp and savour our last remaining cold beer. On the way back we are rewarded with another local kangaroo, this time big red. Along with the Wallaroo this is a common kangaroo here in the Flinders Ranges.