22nd June 2009, my garden.

I haven’t posted for ages. It is cold here, and I’m nearly hibernating.

I have only just downloaded the photos off my camera – there isn’t much to show for the last two months.

About a month ago I was making my way up to the car under the feeble light of a near flat torch. I was moving quietly, out of habit; there are often wallabies or rabbits. When fruit falls to the ground there are bandicoots, especially under the apricot tree.

I nearly ran into the back of a wallaby. We both got a scare. He didn’t move far, so I talked to him to try and settle him down.

He stayed.

He is still here.

When I come home he is usually eating next to the path that goes down to my house. I say hello and he continues to eat, ignoring me. Chook is usually nearby; I think she enjoys his presence. He isn’t too keen on visitors though, and buggers off to one of his hiding places nearby if anyone comes.

I can see his tracks everywhere now, and the tunnels he has made into the shrubs. I find his face looking out at me, hidden amongst the shadows and branches of the fir tree.

He is old I think; sometimes he stumbles.

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