Poor Boise (“boy-zee”) has been in the Wallaby Wars of late:

We are not aware of any other large males around here suffering similar amounts of ripped-out fur, scratches and blood, so maybe he had a run-in with something else (for example, a fox).

Of course, there’s a reason the old boy stands up for himself… and here’s the latest such reason:

Welcome to Graham, still in Franklin’s pouch, though with a good deal of curiosity about the outside world, and barely a hair on his head!