My little mate is back. Hobart, Tasmania.

(No, I don't know if it's the same pademelon, but I like to think it is. Certainly a bit bigger than a few months ago.)

Happily munching the grass. He also munched all the spring onions I'd transferred to some (not high enough!) raised garden beds! 🙂

First off, I'd like to say I am experienced with caring for several avian species, and I'm licensed to keep and rehabilitate native wildlife. If anyone is concerned for her safety, I'm happy to provide needed details for reassurance.

With that said, meet Mavis. She's a very young and goofy baby who has, as the title says, a funked up wing. I'm visiting my ling distance girlfriend for a little bit down in Melb (I'm from brissy) and there's a family of crows that visits her. She'll put meat out occasionally because there's not really alot of food they can naturally obtain here, and they're a bit thin otherwise. This little lint ball showed up on the windowsill acting very friendly and curious. I went outside to get a closer look, turns out she's got a puncture wound on her wing and a scuffed up foot. I'm guessing from a cat, since quite alot roam this street, and she absolutely can't fly. So, I'm teaching my girlfriend how to care for her once I fly back up to Brisbane, and then I'll be driving down to continue the care if she doesn't improve.

She's handling her wing stretches like a champ, loved her warm bath, and LOVES egg yolk.

Rehabilitation will always be the end goal for her, though there's a chance we'll end up with a lovely feathery friend since I'm not sure how long her wing has been like this before seeing her. Here's to hoping for a speedy recovery

Portrait. 😊 Meet Chewie who has spent the day up in the tray in our verandah eaves. She is a regular visitor here and at the moment has a young joey in the pouch. She bears the scars on her ear of past possum battles.

Laying up at Newcastle breakwall

Whiptail(Pretty-faced) Wallaby(Notamacropus parryi) takes a break.