July 26th, 2006


Return of the Real Digger!

Another update on the status of the real Digger--an orphaned wombat from Australia who's rehab people very kindly provided me with lots of useful wombat info, and have been keeping me posted about my character's namesake.

Despite all the odds stacked against many rehabbed wild animals, Digger's done well. Her broken leg healed nicely, and she's packed on a lot of meat. (I am told she's a porkpie for a wombat, although how you can tell, I'm not really sure--the whole species is sort of genetically chunky!)

She's nearly ready for release now, which means that she alternates between "Pet me! Love me!" and "GoawayARRGGGHH!" Wombats are adorable and affectionate as babies, but get very surly and solitary as adults, which is why they make lousy pets. Her caretakers hope that by spring, she'll have lost the rest of her imprinting on humans, and just be grumpy and ready to go.

There's a YouTube video of the Real Digger and her caretaker, Donna (and a great example of the alternation between affectionate and surly...) Video is pretty low quality rendering, but plays fast as a result.


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Hey, neat! Was just out in the garden, and saw one of these on my lantana!


It's a huge butterfly, nearly the size of my hand.

Edit: And a few minutes, later, on the same lantana, a tiger swallowtail, also enormous and...defective. A good chunk of his right side lower wing, including the swallowtail bit was missing. This did not seem to be slowing him up much--he took to the air several times, circling the yard, before returning to the lantana.

It would be wrong to be happy to see an injured butterfly, and yet, I can't escape the feeling of normalcy that the sight of defective-but-functioning wildlife evokes in me.