A few weeks ago there was a knock on the door and my mate Andrew was stood there in all his glory, mind you bringing his dog as well caused all sorts of mayhem with our dogs. So what brought on this unexpected pleasure. Well it turns out that an errant wombat had turned up in Armstrong Street North and was doing his best to pretend that he was a car part. Actually doing a good job as well as I couldn't see it until I looked under the right car. Now our street is quite quiet but to get back to the nearest wombat friendly ecosystem would be pretty fraught with a lot of mobile hazards. So the cavalry was called and arrived in the shape of a spindly little old man whose previous experience was wrestling canaries. When he looked under the car he immediately came to the conclusion that this was out of his league and he called in the wombat patrol from the wildlife park. While we were waiting for reinforcements the marsupial was getting quite agitated and was strong enough to lift the car up and all the while making rather throaty growling noises. So the park people turned up and they did not instill a lot of confidence as they were skinny teens with a lot of bravado and little clue about removing recalcitrant grumpy mammals from beneath a vehicle. They tried to grab it but soon felt that losing a limb would not benefit anybody. I did suggest prodding it with a broom but this was met with disdain, bloody interfering members of the public. So after another fruitless grab a hind leg they resorted to the broom and the damn thing shot out the from of the car where to their great credit the petit ranger jumped on it closely followed by the more robust male counterpart. It was promptly bagged and was transported to wombat state forest. No kidding.
So the only other thing of note was another robin effort and the photos will explain all.