Her name was Mothball and she changed my life. We met almost 30 years ago. She was a young wombat that had been badly bitten by dogs, then rescued by Wires and reared by humans. And me, a woman who had lived with wild animals for two decades by then, who had been accepted as a neighbour by many, and by some as their friend. I had met my first wombat 20 years before that, when I moved into a shed in his territory. Smudge decided I was harmless but ignorant. He chose to educat

Wombat combat, hacks to transform leftovers, the accidental heroism of a female pilot in World War Two, and do you really need to know how often Queen Victoria's knickers were washed? Plus books.

Dragons in the garden, curing Christmas disasters, heatwave gardening, fabulous recipes for feasting or nibbling and what to do with reindeer droppings. Also books.

Video sessions - live wombats attending optional, Wild Whiskers' waking patterns, how to teach children not to plagiarise, gardening and yard tips for the season and please enjoy a scrumptious chocolate cake recipe.

One of my greatest joys in the past few years has been the opportunity to work with and nurture emerging writers through my role as an...

Frisky wombats, gardening fairies, CBCA news and a heartfelt thank you from a book vampire.

Looking back at the marvels, mischief and mishaps of the New Year period.

The Richness of Life An unexpected yellow plum I met a new wombat on my afternoon walk yesterday. She glanced at the prickle bushes on...

Wonga Pigeons, Hairy Knees (really), and Great Bushes of Blossom The wonga pigeons have returned!   Wonga pigeons are Australia’s biggest...

The creek down below the house is roaring with another flood, which means that instead of gossiping with guests eating smoked trout pate,...