I have an 8mm movie taken by my Mum on our Aussie holiday in 1969, at Healesville animal sanctuary near Melbourne. My little (8 year old) brother, Terry, was 'talking' to a smallish female kangaroo which reached out and grabbed his coat, then I remembered about the balancing act before they rip your guts out. In the film, I move closer, you can't hear what I said because it's silent film but the roo turns from Terry and grabs my woolie jumper on the shoulder. At that point I spin round and the roo comes too, and my Mum keeps filming the action! I did get away and she didn't rip my guts out, but that put me off blimin Skippys! She may have been protecting her Joey - the tail was poking out of her pouch, but little Terry was harmless.
Robyn