A family down the road from us has a wombat, named “Wombie”. He was rescued from his mother’s pouch after she had been killed by a car. He’s still fairly young, so they’ll continue to look after him until he decides to strike out on his own.
Bob the dog was jealous that Wombie was getting all the attention.
Four ducks and three chickens all laying at the same time, and frequently in the same nest. Good thing we like eggs, especially the dogs.
One of the young hens keeps trying to sit on duck eggs, which now that we have a drake are actually fertile and potentially little ducks. Boy would she be surprised if she actually hatched some out. I can only imagine a frantic mother chicken trying get her brood to come out of the pond.
Keres, you already are a beautiful butterfly.
I do miss the dogs, but that Wombie is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in ages.
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At the moment the dogs are laying about like furry whales washed up on the wood floors. I’ll see what I can do about getting a photo worth posting.
It is hard to beat wombats for “cute”. Especially the little ones, as they are extra “cobby” (cob = large of trunk and short of limb, which most young animals are, and, as a visual signal, helps to keep us from killing them for being so darn demanding).
BTW, for those of you who find the ruddy nethers a bit disturbing, that’s just urine stained hair – a common problem with white dogs. I promise not to post any “exposing” photos of my dogs when they are in heat. Even I’d find that a bit off-putting.
a good photo of an echidna.
I shooed this one away from the road (they’re nearly blind and frequently get hit by cars) and it promptly started digging into the hillside. They defend themselves this way.
I’m kind of disappointed we didn’t get to see it completely burrow in but, OTOH, I don’t imagine it would be all that interesting to stand there and record it.
That wombat is so cute. Hector gets some strong competition in the adorableness this week.
Actually, I’ve never seen one burrow much further than this – which is the point where their edges are all covered and only their very formidable back is still exposed. They are very speedy at getting to this point, so the plan seems to be to just make sure there is no way for a predator to get a paw under them to flip them over and expose their bellies. Then, wait.
I don’t know what I like better ~ the womble or the adorable dogs.
The best thing about this blog is that you don’t have to choose.
Man I wish I’d taken my jeans off the line before this morning’s rain.
Now that I have my reading glasses on I see that it is Wombie not Womble. 🙂
I always forget clothes on the line and then it rains, or spiders build elaborate webs on them and I have to wash them again. Not very green.
And here I thought you were just referencing The Wombles of Wimbledon. Imogen, who grew up with them on television, often calls Lily “a big Womble”.
We also call the wallabies “wobblies” and refer to the local critters collectively as “hoppies”.