When you see our national coat of arms, you might stand up a little straighter. Looking at that kangaroo and emu, you just feel a surge of patriotism.
It reminds you of childhood trips to Canberra learning about the Senate when inside you were dying to go to Questacon. Of searching the skies for the Southern Cross. Of election day democracy sausages. Of big hairy balls.
Ummmmm, hang on. What?
You’ve probably looked at that pair of native animals hundreds of times and never noticed the obvious smacking you in the face. Mr Kangaroo is in a fact a Mr. And you can tell by looking between his legs. (If you dare.)
He stands proudly atop Canberra’s parliament house at the front of the building, danglers dangling.