Yarra Valley, Victoria. I don’t know how they do it but those little joeys can cling on tight. I’ve seen the mother climb down a branch that forks off to another branch and instead of climbing all the way down to the bottom of the ‘V’ and up again she’ll go half way down then jump across and the little one (did he know that was going to happen?) has to just hang on or he’s in big trouble. They’re fun to watch.