This elderly female had been around the house a bit, probably feeling safer here from foxes and dogs as she weakened with age. Early one overcast morning I saw her on the stepping stones, slowly and patiently drinking. She would drink, then sit up, rest, produce a dropping or two, then position herself again to drink.
The tall lotus leaves help her feeling of security, she can take her time. When she was finished she washed her paws and face, and slowly made her way back to the grassy bank.
She joined in our season of endings, deteriorating quickly in the next month and dying peacefully next to the yoga barn a few days ago. A few days before her end she waited beside the vegetable garden fence for my husband to throw over some little delicacies for her, from which she chose to nibble on dill flowers. We wondered if she was one of the many animals raised by local carers when they are found injured or abandoned in the pouches of dead mothers killed on the road. Somehow she seemed a little more familiar with humans than black swamp wallabies usually are. We appreciated her trust, and sent her off with love.
More Black Swamp Wallaby pictures, not sure if the older one is her…