Wombat Stories


Create: Thu, 07/15/2021 - 15:21
Author: nathan

It was late one night when Manar, a severely injured adult female wombat, was brought to us. She had a fractured skull and  jaw , severe concussion and dehydration.The rescuer had noticed her by the side of the road in the morning but thought that she was dead . On his way home in the afternoon he noticed that she made a slight movement and  stopped and rescued her . She was barely alive. Thus began a long relationship with a dear, gentle but wild creature who one day found the call of the wild strong enough to  leave our care and have a second chance at life.

A Big Thanks From Big Bertha

Create: Sun, 07/25/2021 - 11:30
Author: nathan

The rescue and rehabilitation of injured native animals is a team effort and Bertha the wombat has many people to thank. Bertha was injured near a major highway and then was seen scurrying down her burrow.  First she had to be dug out of the burrow.  When rescued, X-rays showed Bertha had fractured her pelvis in three places.

Monga Goes Home

Create: Sun, 07/25/2021 - 11:33
Author: nathan

Monga the wombat was rescued near Mongarlowe. Weighing in at 34 kilograms the wild wombat, despite having a dislocated elbow and fractured wrist as a result of a motor vehicle accident, had no wish to be rescued and put up a real fight, which involved wrecking two nets, and bruising his rescuers.

Wilma’s Story

Create: Sun, 07/25/2021 - 11:34
Author: nathan

The snow lay lightly on the surrounding hills on a frosty July morning when the call for a wombat rescue came in. The prospects for a successful rescue did not seem good when told by the wildlife rescue line caller that the mother had been killed the night before. With overnight temperatures at minus six, there was little movement in the pouch. One very small pink arm lay dangling motionless outside the pouch in the freezing air.

The snow lay lightly on the surrounding hills on a frosty July morning when the call for a wombat rescue came in…

Denton takes the Wheel

Create: Sun, 07/25/2021 - 11:37
Author: nathan

Denton was never your typical wombat. Named because of  the dental and other surgery to fix a fractured jaw when his mother was killed by a motor vehicle, he was happiest sleeping in a backpack. Initially this was alright but as he continued to grow this soon became impractical. ‘Attack’ was his mode of operation with anything that moved and several of us have the scars on our legs to prove it. He would get up on his hind legs and bring his teeth down into your flesh. He was impossible to outrun and he would knock our in-care kangaroo joeys over like nine pins given half a chance.