The first thing I notice upon returning to my blog is that the t-shirt I'm wearing in the masthead photo is very very blue. I had a fit of housewife brilliance the other week and decided the only way to get the brown dirt and green eucalyptus stains out of said shirt was to soak it in bleach. I promptly forgot about it and - hey presto! - I found myself with one pale lilac shirt, with glimmers of blue here and there. Sort of a batik effect. And wouldnt' you know it, the stains did not shift at all. Now, if anything, they're just more prominent because the shirt is now lighter.
But enough about me!
I worked the morning shift today and was allocated to yard 10 where I've been for the last few Sundays.
Peering into Westhaven Barry's yard, it's a case of "Where's Barry?". He's not on the gunyah that I can see, nor up his little tree, nor scurrying about the yard. Often when you can't see them, they're parked directly behind the gate, a bit like a small furry footman. But not this time. I ventured into the yard to inspect the gunayh in case he's tucked into (or, tucking into, more like) a spray of leaf.
Then I look up. Barry's ornamenting the centre of his umbrella. It's the perfect tree, with equally spaced branches that make it easy to climb and wedge yourself in.
Here's the video:
So Matt didn't get fed his nutritional formula today, since he couldn't be asked to come down. And I did ask him. Over and over. I reckon that observing the yard volunteers at the Koala Hospital mustn't be that dissimilar to watching patients ouside a mental health facility: we potter around our yards, picking up twigs and poop and nattering away to our allocated koala - a long involved albeit very one-sided conversation. Like watching someone you think might have 'a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock', only to realise that they're chattering away on a bluetooth headset.
Then there's young Kennedy Tristan. I remember the day he came in. It was November and he'd been hit by not one but two cars. He looked awful, with blood coming from his eyes.
But he made a rapid recovery and has been under observation in yard 10 for several weeks now. He has his own tree so that he maintains his climbing strength. He doesn't come down all that often, so he generally misses out on his formula. Today, though, he came down and was looking about himself rather insistently.
I made up some formula and went into his yard. And the chase was on! He scampered down from the gunyah and ran around the yard after me. I genuinely feared that if I slowed down, he might try to climb me. Finally, he jumped back onto his tree and I started drawing some formula up into the syringe. Apparently, I wasn't fast enough, however, as Tristan started hooting the traditional male bellow. It was remarkable seeing him do it up close. I managed to catch the tail end of it on video. It always sounds disembodied, like it's coming from somewhere else.
Then when I came to feeding him, he was soooo pushy. I couldn't get it in him fast enough; half of it ended up on his chin and shoulder:
After he finished, he took off up the tree again, leaving me feeling, well, a little used actually :)
Inside the hospital there was a bit of action going on. The supervisor was in, as well as some of the teamleader heavyweights, which is unusual for a Sunday. It turns out that they were off to Point Plomer where there have been bushfires this last week. Today was the first time wildlife rescuers were allowed onto the fireground, so Cheyne, Amanda, Judy and Peter were rigging themselves up in fireproof overalls and heading out there.
Barb was in to grab some leaf for her two homecare joeys. She's been rearing little orphaned Jimmy Barnes, who is only about 9 months old (ie three months out of the pouch). Settlement Point Bea has also been home with Barb these least two weeks as she'd been losing weight.
I asked Barb if she ever puts the two joeys together. Usually, she said, Bea was out in her own aviary, but owning to the hot weather she had brought her inside a few times and put her in front of the fan. Bea is about 2 years old now, and unlike other juvenile koalas of her age, she is happy to sit in a towel-lined basket with her front hands over the lip of the basket Kilroy-was-here style, just staring at Barb. This points to how NOT like a 'normal' koala she is. We suspect brain damage owing to her fall to the oyster rocks, which is what brought her into us in the first place.
Barb said when she put Jimmy in with Bea, he started 'eee'ing and squealing. He didn't like it. Barb reckons it's just that Jimmy's not interested in any older-lady cougar koalas!
Click here to view more of today's koala hospital snaps.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Where's Barry?
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Study confirms bellowing is music of love to female koalas
An interesting article in the Courier Mail regarding research into what the unique bellow of the male koala means:
You can hear the sounds of both the male and female koalas before mating here (caught on my mobile phone voice recorder last week!):
Click here to view the latest koala hospital snaps.
December Gum Tips -- out now!
Friday, 6 November 2009
Sparky Koala set free!
Although the Koala Hospital was not involved, here's a koala story to warm the cockles of your heart.... A koala managed to find its way into a zone substation on the mid north coast. Electrical technicians were called in to deal with the misplaced marsupial. They enlisted the help of some local wildlife volunteers to relocate the koala safely to some nearby bushland.
The story was reported in the October 2009 edition of Cross Country, the newspaper for Country Energy employees.
Monday, 5 October 2009
Wild koala sighting!
Friends of mine were visiting from out of town this morning and they were delighted by a wild koala sighting as we were on our way out to breakfast.
I saw the speckly-grey one galloping across the McLaren Drive (fortunately near the koala corridor where residents know to slow down), before shooting up a tree in Nulla Close.
He had a green tag in his left ear, which signified he was a former Hospital patient and a male. His bottom was slightly dirty but dry, so he was probably a former wet-botton sufferer. It can take some time for the Chlamydial staining to grow out.
He made the familiar male cry (which you can hear here) as he clambered up the tree then stopped and looked down at us.
I went back and checked later in the day and he was still in the same tree. Hope he stays off the roads!
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Koala mating call
It's that time of year again, when the "noise you never forget" starts wafting through the night air, often at the most inconvenient times, such as 3am when we humans are in a deep sleep. Yawn.
Just tonight at about 9.45pm, our neighbourhood was serenaded by one big-lunged koala male. He was in the tree in next door's yard. His mating call went on for so long that I managed to catch some of it on my mobile phone voice recorder.
You can listen to the koala mating call here.
Just for the heck of it, I've included a photo below of a male koala, Coastlands Steve, who was a recent patient at the Hospital. Although he wasn't grunting at the time, this is much the same position their heads are in when they do. Imagine this cute, furry critter producing such a racket!
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Peter Garrett meets Birthday Girl
The Honorable Peter Garrett, Federal Minister for the Environment, visited the Koala Hospital today. He pledged his support for the addition of koalas to the threatened species list.
First he met with Barb who told him about hand-rearing the joey, Settlement Point Bea:
Earlier I had caught young Bea enjoying her lunchtime snack on film, here:
Then the Hon. Mr Garrett met with our 22-year-old pride and joy, Birthday Girl:
...and then shared a bit of choccy cake with Cheyne and Bob:
In other news, the gorgeous Oxley Highway Matt, he of the broken pelvis from yesterday's post, decided he was much better today and escaped his yard. He was located first thing this morning, pottering around the leaf shed (obviously wondering when breakfast was arriving).
He's been relocated one yard over where there is a nice tree for him to climb, complete with "trainer wheels" (i.e. a pole extending directly from the gunyah to the tree). Once his pelvis is fully healed, he'll be released back to the real world.
Click here to view more photos of Peter Garrett's visit to the koala hospital today.
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