Kicking the bag habit...

Pepi and I are now friends, and I'm showing her the ropes in the Big Wild. I had been concerned as she was reluctant to give up the comforts of our foster home and really wasn't getting on with being a proper wombat. As this video shows, she was - until last week - still trying to get into a makeshift pouch - one the size of a pillow case! I've now got her in hand, and she is suitably muddy and rugged. Hello earthy burrows and grass - bye bye carrots, cuddles, and soft pouches.

Who's the cutest?

Excuse me Chester -this is Pepi by the way - I see you've posted a threat on your blog. Well I have to ask your followers if that's deserved or fair, and whether in fact I am the cutest of them all?

Love is....

...deceptive. By striking up this cutesy pose with Chino, I thought I had the perfect cover for creating a large puddle under the dining room table. However, when we got up, for some unknown reason he didn't get the blame.

Up Close and Personal

Somewhat unconventional shots, but then its not everyday you get this close to one of my kind:

This is my right front paw, all ready for burrowing when I get outside.

This is my left back paw, complete with miniature thumb. I love grooming, so every time I wake up I have a jollly good scratch, including my tail, which I can reach with my back paw!

My 1cm tail, and yes I am upside down, which is how I like to hang out in the pouch.

I'm bushed

Here's me having brekky - about 65mls of special formula milk, with the same again in the evening. I look quite sweet, but that's because I've just spent the last two hours wearing myself out roaring around the house ripping at the carpet edges, bulldozing the dog, and generally making a nuisance of myself.

Chester's Debut Blog

Hi, I'm Chester wombat. I live in Tasmania (that Island Under Down Under), where, since my mother was killed by a car in mid October, I am being raised by two humans . This is me when I arrived at my new home weighing in at 1500g. Since then I've been guzzling special formula milk and have put on a kilo. I generally feed morning and evening, and enjoy toying with some grass in between. Normally speaking by this age (approx 8 months) I would have been spending the day at my mother's heels, hopping back into the pouch at the hint of danger, or if I just wanted to sleep, feed or warm up. Instead, I spend alot of time following my human mums around the house, hopping into a man made pouch in a sling when I'm tired, and sleeping in a blanket box at night, where I have learned to use a litter tray. In a few weeks I shall be transferred gradually to a new enclosure outside, where I will live until I am about eighteen months old, at which point I will be released to the wild again. I will be able to return to this temporary home any time I want, and will probably drop in from time to time to visit my foster mums.