Long-time followers of Platypus Pandemonium will know that I have previously promised to search out some wombat poo, photograph same and publish said photograph on this blog. Wombat poo is famous for being cube-shaped. Wombats, of course, are famous for their pained expressions.
I am delighted to report that, whilst wandering around the grounds of our accommodation at Pumphouse Point, we found what I’m looking for (I should point out that Julie has totally disowned me in regard to my obsession with wombat poo). Here’s a cube, strategically positioned on top of a stone to make it clear to all the other wombats in the neighbourhood that someone with an awesome pain threshold lives here.
Chris Packham, famous naturalist and broadcaster, is a great aficionado of poo. Many times he has dissected poo live on national television, sometimes metaphorically but often physically, to the delight / disgust of the watching millions (Julie and I are in different camps on this one). If I thought I could get it past immigration and customs I’d take the cube home with me and send it to him. Wombat poo would, I reckon, be right up Chris Packham’s alley.
That evening, our excellent dinner at Pumphouse Point was interrupted by a sighting through the dining room window of the poo’s perpetrator. We grabbed cameras and dashed outside, much to the bemusement of our Aussie fellow diners, who tend to see wombats as an occupational hazard due to their ability to write off your car if you hit them at speed (they have armour-plated arses, apparently, but that’s another story). Wombats are nocturnal and nervy so we’re lucky to see this one at all. This photo is taken with flash, and in the circumstances we’re pleased with it.
So, at last, after nearly two weeks we at last see the King of Cubes in the wild. This trip just gets better and better.