There Is A Wombat In My Garage
When the council rezoned us many, many years ago they said that we were no longer considered a rural postcode. Interesting things have developed since then. Interesting in that the livestock that has taken up residence in 2320 was obviously not cognisant of the rezoning from rural to semi rural. There is a brown snake that resides under the porch beside the front door. Every now and then it slips out to sun itself and occasionally it raises up to strike out at unsuspecting passersby. How
ever, today when I decided to clean up the cubby and the garage I noticed that the big white tub that holds old, dust sheets was pushed to one side. Old earthenware pots were upended and so too the springs from an old car. Someone had been messy. Wrong! Not a someone but a something. A large hairy lump with beady eyes was starring at me. The sudden realisation caused me to stammer and stutter and bolt towards the pool. Stephen was at the pool where he had earlier retrieved a small rabbit who had not been a good swimmer. Stephen presumed from my demeanour that I had seen the snake again since I was in full panic mode. Wrong again. There was a big wombat that should not have been living under the work bench in our garage. Who does one call to return a wombat to the wild? Naturally, I rang the snake lady as she was on my speed dial. Judy didn't pick up. Possibly she was already in the midst of a delicate snake relocation event. Second telephone call to the local council native animal emergency hotline w
as illuminating. Did I know that it was most unusual for a wombat to be found in my area? Did I know that wombats can run at 40 kilometres an hour? Did I know that I shouldn't approach as it might charge me and in all likelihood sink its teeth in too? Armed with all that information I now had great respect for the startled wombat living in my garage. My guess is that it has been there for some weeks. It explains the unusual holes around the yard and the night time ruckus on the back verandah just last night. Tonight we have been advised to lock out our wombat so that it will have to find new digs. Hope that it understands that we are doing this for its own good. By the way; could resist naming it Walter. Good night Walter. Promise not to wake you again so that you can make your way in the world tonight having had a good sleep.
ever, today when I decided to clean up the cubby and the garage I noticed that the big white tub that holds old, dust sheets was pushed to one side. Old earthenware pots were upended and so too the springs from an old car. Someone had been messy. Wrong! Not a someone but a something. A large hairy lump with beady eyes was starring at me. The sudden realisation caused me to stammer and stutter and bolt towards the pool. Stephen was at the pool where he had earlier retrieved a small rabbit who had not been a good swimmer. Stephen presumed from my demeanour that I had seen the snake again since I was in full panic mode. Wrong again. There was a big wombat that should not have been living under the work bench in our garage. Who does one call to return a wombat to the wild? Naturally, I rang the snake lady as she was on my speed dial. Judy didn't pick up. Possibly she was already in the midst of a delicate snake relocation event. Second telephone call to the local council native animal emergency hotline w
as illuminating. Did I know that it was most unusual for a wombat to be found in my area? Did I know that wombats can run at 40 kilometres an hour? Did I know that I shouldn't approach as it might charge me and in all likelihood sink its teeth in too? Armed with all that information I now had great respect for the startled wombat living in my garage. My guess is that it has been there for some weeks. It explains the unusual holes around the yard and the night time ruckus on the back verandah just last night. Tonight we have been advised to lock out our wombat so that it will have to find new digs. Hope that it understands that we are doing this for its own good. By the way; could resist naming it Walter. Good night Walter. Promise not to wake you again so that you can make your way in the world tonight having had a good sleep.
Amazing !! I never knew what a wombat looked like, now I do. I hope Walter relocates successfully !!
ReplyDeleteWalter must have been a little disoriented for he nudged a trolley from its place, knocked over garden stakes and closed a door. Wombats are obviously clever too.
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