smells sweet potato!
wants the sweet potato!
happy when she's eating!
for a scratch
read and another good scratch
scratch from someone else is even better!
This is Tici, a Common Wombat. Common? No, I think they should be called Special
Wombats. Tici was my first wombat and it was love at first sight for both me and
Todd, and Tici!
came to me from another carer who had named her Tici because she was covered with
ticks when she came into care. Otherwise, she was a fat, healthy, happy baby wombat
who just needed a good home with lots of bush for her to be later released in.
We were eager to help out.
one thing I found very quickly is that you need to be very dedicated when caring
for wombats. They bond very quickly and very strongly with their "foster
parents", as Tici did with us. She loved following us everywhere (and once
walked straight through a closed screen door to get to us!). In the wild they
would naturally follow at their mothers heel for quite some time.
love to be cuddled at every opportunity, even when sleeping. I lost track of how
many times I was bitten on the ankle as a sign that she wanted to be picked up
had Tici for only a few months before tragedy struck. Todd and I had gone overseas
for a holiday and Murray, our babysitter, came to stay to look after all our critters.
not exactly sure what happened but we guessed that Tici had gotten into a fight
with a fox (we knew there to be a young inquisitive one around). She turned up
one morning with a few cuts on her legs and one under her chin. Nothing serious,
and they healed quite quickly.
stress can do horrible things to a native animal. The fight probably would have
stressed Tici quite a bit. She had love and cuddles from Murray, but as I said
earlier wombats bond very strongly with "foster mum & dad", and
the first thing she would have wanted was me and Todd.... and she couldn't find
old Murray found Tici one morning, curled up at the very bottom of her borrow,
dead.... how my heart aches as I write this. I know poor Murray felt very guilty,
but it wasn't his fault. There was nothing he could have done. In retrospect I
should have made it a lot harder for her to get out of the house yard so as not
to come into contact with danger. She used to dig her way under the fence though,
so I thought she was ready...... maybe not.
came back from our holidays to be told the bad news, and I had wished we'd never
gone. That's the bad thing about caring for native animals, you win some, you
lose some. And this was the biggest loss I've ever experienced.