Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Friday, August 3, 2012
I have to get down to the chook shed before dusk to lock the birds up, otherwise this cheeky Tasmanian pademelon is in there sitting comfortably in the straw eating the chooks' food. He's not keen to leave once he's in there either. We call him Scrappy, because he has several patches of fur missing on his rump and looks a bit battle-scarred. Sometimes he brings some of his mates, but they don't venture into the shed.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.