Southeastern Australia has "enjoyed" or been flooded by, heavy rain for three long years since the bushfires.
The Kangaroos that I see from my back window every day are happy with all this rain - with many little Joeys baby Kangaroos.
The Wombat. Note the muscular forearms and sharp claws.
(Photo from The Guardian 2016)
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Years of rain have also caused a population explosion in Wombat numbers. Edging aside many Wombies to dig their holes in suburban back yards - like mine.
A Wagnerian Wombat full of "I want to breed. Get the F-ck out of my way" hormones: drilled several holes under my back fence. It half way dug a breeding trench in my back yard. Distracted, it then drilled under my gate - several times. This worried me as a homeowner. The wombat Beast (all 35kgs) came out at night to dig and was so strong it kicked back bricks with gusto.
During the day I filled in the holes as fast as The Beast dug them. And after consulting my friendly local SAS unit, I drove in wooden stakes to block the gaps under the fence and the gate.
I triumphed! The Beast gave up and didn't return. I was proven correct in suspecting it was a Mum to be. It dug a trench for its babies (also called joeys) in a luckless neighbour's back yard.
I feel no remorse. In anti-Wombat Guerrilla warfare one takes no prisoners.
The Beast breeds and still lives - but Not In My Back Yard. Not this year.
Pete theNIMBY