Last week I had a snake in my garden. This week I had another visitor. A much more cute and cuddly looking visitor. I finally saw the koala that has been visiting my back yard.
The next morning, I heard him growling, so I rushed out in my pyjamas. It took me ten minutes to find him just a few trees away, and then there was another surprise. A second lump on the tree, turned out to be another koala. This one was balanced on a slim branch out over the neighbour’s driveway.
Koalas are only active for a few minutes each day. They spend most of their day eating and snoozing. I feel particularly lucky to have seen this one moving.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Woof, growl, grunt, growl, woof.
Even though I know there is one in our trees, I have not been able to see that either.
Luckily, there are wildlife parks of all kinds here; including places where you can go to see koalas in trees close up.
Like many animals, the koala is in danger from modern civilisation. Australia has done a lot to try to protect the koala, but for an animal that is the epitome of Australian wildlife, it is sad to see it become so hard to find.
So, … I keep on looking up when I go outside.
Then yesterday, I got another surprise. I should have looked down.
As I was watering the garden snake appeared at the edge around the side of the house. Before I could deter him, he had slithered into the garden shed and made himself at home amongst the tools, the barbecue, and half a bag of mulch.
Phil is away so the neighbour was pressed into service to try and recover him.
He did his best, encouraging him onto a garden rake and then onto a sheet, but the snake was too fast and slipped away before we could contain him and move him back to the forest.
I did the only thing I could so, and that was to shut the snake in the shed until the morning when I could call someone.
|The Snake in my Shed|
“He does his hunting at night. You need to let him out” he said
After a rather extended discussion, I put my tramping boots back on, went back downstairs with a torch, and nervously propped open the shed door.
So now, I may or may not have a snake in my garden as well as a koala. I kind of hope he slithered off back to the forest over the road. But there is a part of me that would love a tame snake in the garden; just as long as I know where he is. And unfortunately I don’t. He could be anywhere.
I scare myself by imagining him sliding in through the gap in the balcony ceiling. I soothe myself with the knowledge that he was probably in the garden all along and we have lived together peacefully so far.
I check the garden frequently for movement. I throw open the downstairs door when I go out in case he is hiding behind it. I have taken to wearing shoes just to go downstairs.
I am not really scared ... it's just that ... what is that noise in the ceiling?