I was asked by my "brother" to give a ride to him and his family from Barunga to a neighbouring community. It was dark out, and the community was about a half an hour down the road.
Driving in the evening/twilight time in the Northern Territory is not always a good idea. It's during that time, and during the night, when the wallabies and kangaroos come out of the bush to eat, and sit by the road. However, since I have driven many times at night here, I was okay with it.
On my way home from the community, a kangaroo jumped out of the bush, and smacked the side of the Cruiser. It wasn't a large kangaroo, so there wasn't damage to the car, but my thought was, "I wonder if I killed it?" So, I hopped out, and there it lay, "finished". I thought about just driving away and forgetting about it, but then I remember how many times indigenous friends from up here have said, "We hit a kangaroo, and so we chucked it onto the roof, took it home and cooked it up!" The kangaroo wasn't mangled, just "finished". So, I chucked it onto our roof, and drove the 15 remaining minutes back to Barunga.
As I was driving past my "Nana's" camp, I told them what had happened, and asked if they wanted the kangaroo. They told me yes, and thank you!
We unexpectedly ran out of bread today so I drove over to the shop to pick up some more, but it was closed. I was about to drive home and simply tell Cheri I had no bread, but then I thought of Nana Jocelyn.
I went over to her house, and she asked me what I had come for. I explained that we ran out of bread, and asked if she had any. She came back with 2 loaves of bread! She also told me that they had cut up the kangaroo, and were going to cook it today or tomorrow.
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