I have to share this image.
Lilly-of-the-West, Lilly for short, is a little Wallaby we've been raising. Her mother was killed on the road when she was tiny and still pouch-bound. Now she's about up to my knees.

A few days back I watched from behind as she stood in the middle of the kitchen in a patch of sunlight. Slowly and carefully, like a dancer, she was catching dust motes in alternate paws and stuffing them thoughtfully in her mouth.
Life with a Wallaby is such a delight.
Cheers, Joy