Meet Micah
Micah’s Story: Through the Eyes of an Innocent Joey
The day Micah joined the M Mob at Amaris
It was a night like any other (Nov 21, 2019)—a cool, peaceful escape from the harsh glare of the day. We played under the stars, hopping and zig-zagging through the bush, carefree and full of life. But then, the ground trembled. A strange, rumbling noise echoed through the trees, growing louder with every breath I took.
And then I saw it—the "sun at night." A blinding light scanned our home, turning night into day. Confusion turned to fear as the light found Mum. One deafening bang, and she fell. My heart shattered as we fled into the darkness, leaving her behind.
We stopped, hiding among the trees, searching for our family. But the light found me next. It trapped me, blinding and paralysing. I tasted my Mummy’s blood, smelled fear, and felt the ground tremble beneath me. A human approached, grabbing me by my tail.
I dangled helplessly, my small body trembling. His grip was rough, He made a call. His voice was cold, his words cruel. “I have a male joey in my hands,” he said, his words cruel and piercing through the night. “Tell me you’ll take him right now, or I’ll bash his head against the bull bar of my car and kill him.” I didn’t understand the words, but I felt the malice in his tone. My heart raced, my breaths shallow and quick. I was too scared to cry out, too weak to fight.
Then, a softer voice came through—a voice I couldn’t see but could feel. It wasn’t Mummy, but it wasn’t cruel. It was calm, steady, and full of urgency. “Of course I’ll take him. Don’t let him die,” she said. Her words broke through the terror in my heart like a lifeline. She must have hurried, because soon she was there, her presence a sharp contrast to the rough man holding me. Gently, she took me from his cruel hands, her touch soft and reassuring. For the first time since the "sun at night" had appeared, I felt a flicker of hope.
The world went dark once more as I was placed into a bag, but this time, the sway of movement carried a different meaning. I wasn’t being taken into more fear—I was being taken to a place of safety.
When the bag opened, I blinked against the light. A new human was there, her hands gentle as she lifted me out. Her voice was soft, soothing, but it wasn’t my Mummy. I looked at her, confused and scared, my tiny body still trembling. She held me close, her warmth unfamiliar but comforting. She whispered words I didn’t understand, but her tone told me I was safe now
And so, I came to live at Amaris Wildlife Sanctuary. My new Mummy named me Micah and welcomed me with open arms, even though there were already 4 joeys in care. Marnie, Maisie, Mia, Merci. I found a friend in Marnie, her Mummy had been shot as as well.
In January 2020, I fell ill. My carer searched tirelessly every day, finding me to offer cuddles, fluids, and medicine. Her love and dedication brought me back to health.
As I grew, I learned to come and go, exploring the world beyond the fences. One day, fear drove me over the fence, and I never returned. I was free, but I was also alone having left Charlie and Marnie behind.
Mummy’s note: Micah was old enough to make it on his own but I didn’t stop looking for him for a very long time. Praying he joined one of the local wild mobs.
