Archive for September, 2014

We were coming home late one night last week and turned into our driveway and who should be bumbling along but our own wombat! He’s a big old fellow, thankfully mange free and a tough dirt miner. He’s responsible for a sizeable heap of dirt behind our garage where he’s burrowed into the dirt mound thrown up when the garage was built. When it rains heavily here, the whole burrow fills up with water and then the overflow floods our garage floor. This is a problem as we want to line the garage and use it as accommodation. Someone is going to have to shift this excess dirt thrown up by you-know-who!
Mr Wombat has another four residences on our property. One under a tagaste tree, one near the creek on a bank, one under an old goose house and the piece de resistence is an underground metropolis near our western boundary that’s at least 6 metres down to the entrance with a huge entry of excavated pathways. Sufficient to say, Mr Wombat, had designs on our own house a few years ago when he discovered the door to the underfloor area dislodged and proceeded to start tunnelling under the house. Alarmed, I rang the local ranger who suggested I spread ‘blood and bone’ fertilizer near the entrance to deter him as wombats don’t like the smell. He seemed not to worry so eventually I put down flour and could see if he’d gone in or out. When he was out, I shut the door again firmly and threw some corrugated metal down so he wouldn’t try tunnelling under it.
Despite the flooded garage and the threat to the foundations of our house, we were so proud to see our own wombat. Determined, resourceful, stubborn and expert, he’s a native animal that calls our property his home, so how can we not be happy to live beside him?