Saturday, January 18

Among the animals which inhabit our garden is a potoroo with a damaged foot.  He/she hobbles along quite reasonably but, if an emergency arose, it might be difficult to run away.  We often see it nibbling grass outside our windows and it's easy to pick out because of its injury.  It always scurries away when we come close.

A couple of days ago, Marilyn commented that it was hiding under a table we have outside.  Later, we noticed it was huddling under the cover we put over our mower.  It's been sleeping for a couple of nights under the cover, or under the front verandah.

I've mentioned before that, over the years, I've had to retrieve a couple of dead wallabies from under our back verandah and wondered if our cottage is like some kind of elephant graveyard, only for wallabies - the place they go to when they sense the end is near.

Let's hope not.   At the moment, it's huddling under our bedroom window not 6 feet from the ramp up to our back door.  I've put out water and some carrots, which the potoroo has sampled, but there's not much more I can do.  As Tennyson wrote: it's nature, red in tooth and claw.