Wombats
Anyone would think that an obsession (I didn't say that) with owls would be enough for anyone... But no, there is still room in our lives (apparently) for other creatures, like wombats. Actually, I blame acclaimed Australian children's book author, Jackie French for that. Her book Diary of a Wombat was a particular favourite at Julie's three primary schools. Jackie, of course, has the "advantage" of actully living with a real wombat. We, on the other hand, have to make do with the rare, native, "plush" variety, which have now become particular favourites with our grandchildren.
I note that it is a crime to remove any wildlife from their natural habitat. Unfortunately there is no law prohibiting the purchase of the "plush" species, in Australia, from almost every wildlife park shop that we visit. What is worse; they come in various sizes from the sublime to the ridiculous. Anyway, like owls, herein lies some of the ways that wombats have also infected affected us:
Womby
The wombat family: Womby, Wombette, Ping and Pong, are a favourite of our grandson Archie. He tries to ride Womby like a horse and plays rough-and-tumbles with Ping and Pong. Archie knows that the wombats must always be wrapped up in their individual blankets (knitted by Julie) and put back into their holes in the bookcase before he leaves.
Wombette
Ping and Pong
Ping and Pong
Ping and Pong
Ping and Pong
Ping and Pong
Wombat Family (in their blankets)
The Wombats live at the bottom of the bookcase