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The wilds of Australia,

an ancient world of desert and dust,

hidden amongst the highest
mountain peaks lies a secret valley.

Here, in this magical oasis, countless
animals gather to escape the desert dry.

For every creature that
calls this valley home, this is

paradise. But there's one animal
whose numbers dominate the

landscape.

Eastern grey kangaroos.

There are over
2,000 kangaroos in the

valley, and this is the
story of one of them.

Meet Marla.

She's about to embark on the
greatest challenge of her life.

Up till now, her mother, Luana,
has kept her warm and protected.

Now, for the very first time, Marla
prepares to leave the safety of the pouch.

Welcome to the world, Marla.

From this point on, Marla
will face many obstacles.

She has just 12 months to learn
everything she needs to survive on her own.

And the odds are not in her favour.

Only one in five joeys
makes it to their first birthday.

For this paradise is haunted by danger.

The Black Forest.

It encircles the valley.

Ravaged by wildfires, only
the largest trees remain.

The scorched remnants
of a once thriving habitat.

The kangaroos do not come here.

For it is home to their greatest enemy.

The dingo pack.

Migalu has been head of the pack for years.

He's the best hunter in the family.

His son is a young black
dingo called Miro, who

was born at the same
time as Marla last winter.

Miro has been learning how to hunt.

It's now time to prove himself.

Luana has been here many
times before. An experienced

mother, she won't flee with
Marla unless the hunt comes to

them. Panic can prove deadly.

Miro is still new to this
game. He's learning adult

kangaroos can outrun
and outmanoeuvre a dingo.

What he should be looking for is
something slower and more vulnerable.

Like a joey.

Or a mother carrying a joey in her pouch.

This is his chance.

The mother is weighed
down by a joey much larger

than Marla, but she has
everything to fight for.

At this pace, it's very hard for
the mother to keep her joey secure.

Miro just doesn't have the focus.

He's inexperienced and easily distracted.

And it shows.

Miro must learn to fend for
himself. He's running out of time.

Miro will eventually leave the
pack and start his own family.

When that time comes, he'll
have to be a better hunter.

The joey that escaped is lucky to be alive.

It's an important lesson for Marla.

Luana's pouch is no longer a safe haven.

It's summer in the valley.
The days are long, the grass tall

and golden. Spiderlings take
flight on streams of gossamer

webbing, coating the
landscape in a silky veil.

It's been a month since Marla took
her first tentative steps out of the pouch.

She now has a gorgeous pale
gray coat, just like her mother.

Marla has been born into a
family of kangaroos known as a

mom.

She's the youngest joey and
she's still learning who's who.

Each and every one of her relatives
has their own unique personality.

The roos communicate to one another through
a language of clucking noises and grunts.

Bamiya, the largest buck in the valley
and Marla's father, is king of the mob.

A rip in his left ear is a battle
scar from his struggle to the throne.

As king, Bamiya is the only buck who's
allowed to flirt openly with the ladies.

When he passes by,
the other males must

crouch down and cough
to show their respect.

And he's not above reminding
them who's in charge.

On the edge of the mob is a bouncy
brown colored joey named Buru.

Born around the same time
as Marla, Buru's an adventurer.

While Marla has been dragging
her feet leaving the pouch,

he's been out exploring the world and has
already mastered this whole hopping thing.

The problem is, Buru only has one speed,

flat out full tilt boogie.

Marla would ride in the pouch all the time
if she could but that's no way to learn.

A kangaroo that cannot hop is a
kangaroo that cannot escape danger.

The mob shares the valley with many
neighbors, some friend and some foe.

Who can Marla trust?

Living beneath the valley floor is
someone Buru's try not to disturb.

This is Warren the wombat,
the neighborhood grouch.

After his daily morning scratch,
it's time for Warren to get to work.

Like all wombats, Warren lives alone.

And he's very protective
of his prized patch.

Warren doesn't tolerate trespassers.

So today, he's in for a lot of bother.

An intruder is cutting in on his turf,

eating Warren's grass,

acting like he owns the place.

It's an outrage. Warren needs
to show this upstart who's boss.

You have to feel for
Warren. Not everyone has

a family to look after
them, to protect them.

In the midday sun, temperatures soar.

The kangaroos lick their arms to cool down.

And then it's time to relax.

But the roos only nap
a few minutes at a time,

with one ear always
listening out for danger.

Marla is learning the
meaning of different sounds.

A valley full of song
is a signal all is well.

But a screech is a warning.

A wedge-tailed eagle.
This one has caught a rabbit.

With a wingspan over seven feet, they
are capable of attacking an adult kangaroo.

The buru hasn't even noticed.

And the eagle is on the hunt.

Riding the thermals high in
the sky, it searches for a target.

An inexperienced joey
would make an easy meal.

Luckily, not much gets
past the neighborhood watch.

To protect their territory,
the magpies and ravens will

harass the eagle all the
way to the valley borders.

Marla has seen how important it
is to tune into the world around her.

Next time, buru may
not get a second chance.

During the long days
of summer, the air fills

with swarms of biting
insects. And millions

of them.

It's enough to drive a kangaroo crazy.

Marla can't figure out how to
escape these minuscule marauders.

But there's one little creature
who can help a kangaroo out.

Meet Willy the wag-tail.
A tasty winged insect is

irresistible to Willy. They're
just hard to catch. But Willy

has a little trick up his wing.

As the roos move about,
they stir up the bugs.

Willy hops from roo to roo,
striking at just the perfect moment.

When it comes to pest control,

Marla has found a new best friend.

As autumn approaches,
and the days begin to shorten,

as night falls, a spectacular
new world emerges.

Under the moonlight, the valley is a
tapestry of strange new sights and sounds.

Marla is starting to understand
the rules of her world.

And it's dangerous.

But there's still so much to discover.

It's enough to make even a nervous
young joey feel a little adventurous.

A new sight appears before Marla.

Glowing fungi bloom into magical umbrellas.

This is a forest that lights up with life.

Hidden in the deepest caves,
glowworms shimmer in the dark.

A sea of a thousand twinkling torches.

Each and every one creates its own light.

While something even stranger
is seen deep in the forest.

A trick of the moonlight
transforms the landscape and

many of its creatures.

Scales, fur, and feathers absorb
ultraviolet light to create vivid new hues.

A splash of pink on a quall's chest.

Or a cockatoo in his neon crest.

This rare phenomenon
is found in abundance

only in the forests
surrounding Marla's valley.

With a new dawn, Marla is a whole new joey.

She has finally found her
feet and the confidence

to enjoy the world
beyond her mother's pouch.

But this is just the first step.

In six short months, she'll be on
her own. There's still so much to learn.

With the arrival of autumn, the tiring
hot days of summer come to an end.

Buru can't stop staring at this
new phenomenon called fog.

There's a change in the air.

The cooler weather has heralded
the start of the boxing season.

And Buru is keen to join in. There
are several moves to be mastered.

There's headlocks,

wrestling,

and grappling with extremely sharp claws.

But a kangaroo's ultimate weapon
is the most difficult to master.

Their powerful kicks can break bones.

Buru is finding that landing
kicks take strength and balance.

At his age, Buru is
just practicing his skills.

But one day, he will need to leave the
mob and fight to become the dominant buck.

King Bamir once made
this very same journey.

After years of boxing his
way to the top, now he will only

fight if someone is bold
enough to challenge the king.

And there's one, a rising
youngster who believes he should

be wearing the crown. He's
certainly acting that way with

the ladies.

His name is Doan.

Bamir's stiff-legged walk
is kangaroo for back down.

If Doan won't submit,
Bamir will have to fight him.

And Buru has a ringside seat.

Bamir tries for a headlock but is
unable to throw Doan to the ground.

He tries again.

A bad miscalculation,
but it's not over yet.

An embarrassing, unforced
error by Doan all but ends the fight.

Bamir celebrates his victory.

The crown remains his for now.

It has been three
months since Mala first

emerged into the world.
She's now outgrown the

pouch.

Mala's learning all the
best paths and shortcuts that

have crisscrossed this
valley for thousands of years.

When they reach the top of a hill, Luana
teaches Mala to stop, look, and listen.

For a kangaroo that listens carefully, a
warning can whisper through the trees.

A scent picked up on the wind.

A sound heard deep in the forest.

They are coming.

Mala is caught up in the panic of the hunt.

She's separated from Luana.

She's lost.

Having failed before, Miro
really needs to get it right this time.

With so many kangaroos in flight,
it's hard for him to pick out a target.

One kangaroo has chosen not to run. The
king of the Mala, Bamir, stands his ground.

Aroo, his size, can deliver a deadly kick.

The sandy dingo is taking
a huge risk. She needs

the rest of her pack, but
her backup is elsewhere.

Miro, it seems, has made another
poor choice. An adult female.

He could hardly have
picked a harder target.

Once again, Miro has been outmaneuvered.

Mala has made a costly mistake of her own.

The other females all have
their own joeys to look after.

Mala's only hope of survival is to
follow sound and scent back to Luana.

The only thing a
joey truly needs is her

mother. And the dingo
pack is still on the hunt.

Bamir has held his ground.

But the rest of the pack now
heeds the sandy dingo's call.

Together, they have Bamir surrounded.

Rarely do dingoes take on
the greatest of the kangaroos.

But even mighty Bamir
can't keep fighting forever.

The mob has lost their king.

Mala has still not found her mother.

She searches.

And searches.

And then finally, a familiar scent.

This time, it's really her.

Cool air, trapped by the surrounding
mountains, collects in the valley.

The land begins to freeze.

As winter arrives, Bamir's death
has left the valley without a king.

The mob is unanchored.

Mala's world is in upheaval
in more ways than one.

Luana is growing a new
baby inside her pouch.

Mala is a big sister.

But Luana no longer
has enough milk to share.

It's bad timing for Mala.

Winter frost pierces leaves
and even cells of grass,

splitting it apart from the inside.

In the bitter cold, food becomes scarce.

And the grass Mala is now forced to eat
will soon have little nutritional value.

Many joeys will not survive the winter.
For the dingoes, these are easy meals.

The pack has many more mouths to feed.

A new generation of warriors.

These pups will be ready to
hunt in the spring when most

of the mob's new joeys will
emerge from their pouches.

But someone is missing.

Mera is no longer welcome in the pack.

For the first time, he's on his own.

With the arrival of the new
pups, Mera has been forced out.

Without the support of his
family, his future is uncertain.

And winter is far from over.

Deep snow shrouds the mountains
surrounding Mala's valley each year.

The valley is usually
protected from the worst of

the weather. But the earth's
climate is becoming more

unpredictable.

The mob is caught in a blizzard.

Even Mighty Doan is forced to take shelter.

Mera is no longer welcome in the pack.

Mala will need all her
resolve to survive until spring.

Mera is no longer welcome
in the pack. The mob will

be in survival mode until
winter comes to an end.

Mera is no longer welcome in the pack.

Mera is no longer welcome in the pack.

Spring arrives.

Mala has made it through her first winter.

She's now eight months
out of the pouch, and

she's becoming more
and more independent.

Her baby sister Jira is now
commanding all of Luana's attention.

Buru's looking more and more
like a maturing young male.

No longer satisfied with
boxing his mum, he's

kicking around with
the other young bucks.

The mob has all the
food they can eat. It's a

smorgasbord of riches
that requires very little effort.

But Mala discovers that the
warmer weather also brings on a

case of the itchies. The thick
fur she needed to get through

the winter now has to shed.

No one in the mob is immune
from their springtime makeover.

Willie the Wagtail, ever
the opportunist, seizes the

moment to collect building
material for his nest.

Constructed from woven
grass and spiderweb, a bit

of soft fur will make it
feel even more homey.

It's already attracted the eye of a female.

Soon, Willie may have
a family to look after.

Courtship is also on Doan's mind.
He's waited a long time for this moment.

But with Bamiya gone,
and the throne up for

grabs, there's a lot of
suitors to compete with.

One of the young females
in the mob has come

into season. Doan is
the first male to court her.

But the female is not
quite ready to commit.

She promenades across
the valley to advertise herself,

just in case there's a larger,
more attractive male around.

Doan is going to be put to the test.

Many other males also fancy
their chances and join in the chase.

This is known as a mating train.

The female will choose the male
who can stay in control of the train.

If Doan can stay in the
lead, this could be his

moment to establish
himself as king of the mob.

With the top position up for grabs,
all the males in the valley are here.

With all of the females
twists and turns, the lead

amongst the males
changes over and over again.

Things are really heating up.

The female takes refuge in the

rocks. Doan is

exhausted, but the stakes are too high.

He starts picking off the competition.

The younger males are
turning this into a brawl.

And the female is determined that none
of these young upstarts will mate with her.

So she makes a clever escape.

But Doan has not been
left empty handed. With

his performance today,
he has won the crown.

One day, it will be Marla's turn
to join in these rituals. But Doan

will be the first to leave the
valley. Buru will start even

sooner. The adult world
beckons. Not long from now, Buru

will leave the valley, as
is the way of young bucks.

The whole valley is getting
into the spirit of spring.

A time of love and new life.

Warren, however, is still on high alert.

There's been no further
trespassers on his patch.

But one can never be too vigilant.

Uh oh.

Here comes trouble.

Never fear.

Warren is more than prepared. He's run
through his drills. He knows what to do.

Hold on. This grass thief
seems different. Could it be?

Oh, sweet goddess of the
glade. It's a she-wombat.

Life is full of surprises.

The neighborhood
grouch has found true love.

And it's Marla who now
finds herself alone, without her

mother's protection. For
the first time in her young life,

she is truly on her own.

She's gone. She's gone.
She's gone. She's gone.

She's gone. She's gone. She's gone.

She's gone. She's gone.
She's gone. She's gone.

She's gone. She's gone.
She's gone. Miro has

been out of the pack and
on his own for three months.

He hasn't got any backup either.

He can't afford to keep making
mistakes. For Miro and Marla,

everything in the last 12 months
comes down to this moment.

Marla and Miro are now one-on-one.

Miro is completely focused.

Marla is being pushed to her limit.

She's being pushed to her limit.

She's being pushed to her limit.

There are no higher stakes than
the duels between hunter and hunted.

Miro was driven by a primal urge, hunger.

But Marla was driven by something
far more profound, the will to live.

Things didn't go Miro's way today,

but with persistence
and determination, he'll

eventually become a great
hunter, just like his father.

I've been let down, and
they left me full of doubts. So I

heard that I was certain I was
gonna drown. But something

got me from the tide. My
tears got me near as they dried.

I've been let down, but I
feel the sun is coming out. It's

never too late to love again,
baby. Your heart may break.

You might think you're
crazy, but I fly to you. Oh, look,

and I know there was a water
fire as I walked through. It's

you and me, baby. One kiss
and you were kissing. I was on my

knees, and you gave me all your love.
Together we can do anything. I'm gonna live

again, I'm gonna live again, I'm
gonna live again, I'm gonna live again.

Marla has beaten the odds
and reached an important

milestone, her first
full year outside the

This season's new crop of
joeys have emerged, trying

out their first awkward
hops, just as Marla once did.

It seems like a lifetime ago.
Oh, look, and I know there was

a water fire as I walked through.
Someday, Marla will teach

her own joeys the lessons
that she has learned. Baby, one

kiss and you were kissing. The
rituals and ways of kangaroos

that have remained unchanged
for eons in this secret valley

of great wonder and magic.
I'm gonna live again, I'm gonna

live again, I'm gonna live
again, I'm gonna live again.

I'm gonna live again.

I'm gonna live again.

I'm gonna live again.