Adjoining to my property is a dry (or winter) creek with steep embankment. A lot of dug outs are visible along the way.




Although I have seen rabbits running in and out those holes - they are only tenants. Here comes the landlord:



What a gorgeous wombat.

A 'Stumpy Tail' like the locals call this kind of lizard. Every morning he demands his breakfast - 50 gm of dog food. I was unsure whether it is always the same animal so I marked him with a red dot of nail polish on his back.



Clare and Sobby are pretty jealous of the extra treatment.

Meowing or purring or both the same time. He can't keep quite.



On the weekend I sedated him to have him microchipped and tattooed (black ears!).

"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?"



The view out of my kitchen window in the morning.



Last year the land was used to grow oat. Some grains remained on the field and sprout again. Now the parrots (like these Adelaide Rosellas) and my chicken as well are harvesting the year's growth.

Problem solved. I had a chat with the neighbours and they know the white-black tomcat with the sore leg very well. He is eating together with their own cats and even has a special sleeping place! And he always gave me the impression that he is lonely and forlorn. Pharisee, miserable.

I don't know what to do. There is this cat "Mr Verner" roaming around on the property. Last year I borrowed a trap and was able to catch him. He is an old fellow, all 4 fangs were broken off and one of his front legs is stiff. I castrated him, treated an ear infection and administered flea drops. He was so hungry - he even ate chicken food. Now I'm moving and I'm asking myself whether I should take him with me. The problem is: he is wild, very wild. In the trap he was acting like mad. Should I leave him here? I can't imagine that he can support himself - without teeth and with a bad foot. But he will be desperate when he is locked up. And when he escapes at the new place he won't have a chance eather.

	Catch him and provide a life in a "golden cage".
	Leave him - he managed to survive in the last 5 years or more and will do so in the future.
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I watched a busy pair of Willy Wagtails building their nest in the rotary clothes dryer. A perfect little tea cup.



They were so cute to watch.



Loving parents. Two brown-spotted eggs in the size of broad beans.



Of course I didn't use the clothes line! But it was very clear this couldn't last. Too many enemies around: Starlings, Magpies, Ravens - all looking for a snack. So the morning after I took the photographs the whole nest was gone. Hopefully the birdies will now choose a saver place for their offspring.

In the morning I was watering the plants in the backyard when I suddenly recognized the intense smell of a dead animal. I looked underneath the house and there she was.



I knew that this was the place she preferred to hide and I looked there a thousand times but because of her dark fur I never discovered her. There was no obvious cause of death so I opened her body. The 'only' but absolutely deadly reason for her death was blood in the pericardium and some blood in her lungs as well. What ever the cause of the heart sac tamponade was - she didn't suffer long and I wouldn't have been able to help her. Although I'm infinite sad I'm relieved as well.

It looks as if I have to move without this stupid, demanding, selfish cat!



On Friday she had a good dinner, left the house and didn't return since then. Is she dead? Is she hurt? Is she trapped? I'm paralysed. I hate this cat. And I love her so much.

This was an exciting day! The officer from RSPCA arrived on time at about 10.30 a.m., the new owner half an hour later. It was a cold and stormy day so we waited inside having a cup of coffee. When the car with the trailer appeared in the driveway I knew that this will become a mission impossible. How should the sow get into this type of enclosure?



She is not used to a harness or collar, 3 women are not able to carry a furious package of muscle and ... Miss Piggy is clever, very clever. As long as those strange people were around she didn't move at all. I told the ladies to leave the premises. They finally went around the corner so Miss Piggy came out of her stable and roamed around. Because I didn't fed her in the morning I tried to persuade her to get breakfast in the trailer. No Chance. I was half frozen and stopped the negotiations. After an unsuccessful try to catch and carry her the ladies left the property leaving the trailer behind. Late afternoon I asked Clare to help me.



She had a play with Miss Piggy and followed me into the trailer. Miss Piggy trusted us and came also inside. This was my chance. Slowly moving backwards, calling Clare to come out and ... shut the door. Captured.



I called the lady that Miss Piggy is ready to be picked up.
And although it is more than 1 hour drive she really came at about 6.30 p.m. to get her.

I received a sms at 8.56 pm:
"We are all home safe and sound, she is tucked up into a nice warm shelter in her little yard with her fresh water, a few treats and an overhead night light and she is laying against the wall and Sarah is laying on the other side of the wall and they were snorting to eachother! So Cute!"