With the big dry affecting many parts of Gippsland in Victoria (Australia), the amount of feed for wallabies, possums and other wildlife has diminished. So what do they do when there’s no fresh grass?
With drought affecting Phillip Island and no sign of rain on the long term weather forecast, it’s looking a bit grim for the hungry hordes of animals on the reserve out the back of our place. When they run out of green grass, what do they do? Why, they come checking out nearby properties for any titbit that’s green and edible.
Here the wildlife can choose to browse any number of properties and farms. However, many are fully fenced, located in suburbia, or don’t have gardens because they’re only occupied for a few months each year. That leaves places where humans reside during summer, and who plant and tend juicy horticultural things in our gardens.
ONCE UPON A TIME …
Our house backs onto a reserve. Once upon a time it contained mangroves, shrubs and tall native grasses. Seawater flooded much of it at high tide. Of course, it would’ve been loved and used by many animals and hundreds of different birds.
Then a moron came along and turned it into a farm, building a land bridge to stop the tide, and whacking in cows so they could stroll along eating what little grass they could find and trampling on the native grasses, plants and mangroves.
One day about 6-8 years ago (can’t recall exactly when), the moron removed the cows and allowed the land to go back to its natural state. And wow, has it flourished without that constant trampling. Unfortunately rabbits and foxes moved in. The Council undertook a baiting program to remove foxes from the island, but you’ll all know what happens to rabbit numbers when there’s no longer any predators.
MARCH OF THE MULTITUDES
Rabbits aside, the wallabies moved in. Then the Cape Barren geese built nests in the swaying grasses, along with ducks and purple swamp hens (affectionally called pukekos in our household, because that’s what I knew them as growing up in NZ).
A plethora of other smaller birds also became common, and the possums think life is akin to nirvana. We’ve even got snakes, echidnas and blue tongued lizards. It’s helped enormously that a few neighbours added a permanent supply of water in troughs along the boundary fence.
So a multitude of critters great and small now have water, edible food, and places to hide and sleep. The price they pay for that is competition for food and having to tolerate annoying human beings on one side of the fence. They get their own back, as you will see.
SUMMER TIME AND THE LIVING IS …
In early summer, the animals and birds are very well behaved. They eat their grass, wild fruits and seeds, they drink the water, they blink at us from a distance, and in the late afternoon they may visit a human’s property for a sticky beak.
Come late summer, with no decent rain for a few months and grasses effectively dried up, many creatures are struggling to find enough to eat. So they come a-calling. Every last single one of them.
WHO’S BAD …
Possums are by far the worst. Scungy fluffy cute little critters they may be, but they’re incredibly effective at knocking off everything.
Last week, in one night, they ate the ENTIRE crop of the neighbour’s flourishing and massive passionfruit crop. That was hard to bear.
You cannot grow herbs or fruits without them being decimated. Same deal for any vegetables at all – including hot chillies – because they’ll be munched by rats, rabbits, wallabies, possums, pukekos and a few other lurking creatures I’m probably not aware of.
Possums also love flower seedlings, and any plant with pelagonium or geranium in its title. They pull them out by the roots, leaving nothing to continue growing.
Normally wildlife don’t touch succulents. But when possums get peckish, the succulent collection is prey to a horror story. Mine sit on a table above wallaby height, and the possums have to get through a barrage of spikey yukka plants to reach them. So at this stage, they’re relatively untouched. The neighbour, however, has suffered a posse of possums having a late night party and knocking the pots off their shelf, followed by the indignity of being trodden on and nibbled.
ALL my geraniums have suffered badly. The larger ones planted in the garden have been jumped on and squashed flat during a myriad of night time possum parties. Then they chow down on any juicy new growth, leaving a few bare stalks. If the geranium is in a pot, it finds itself upside down on the ground and pulled out by its roots.
Next up on the Bad List are the wallabies. Anything they can reach is subject to a taste test, then nibbled at until destroyed. Even caught a baby wallaby on my back verandah chewing at a spiny spikey succulent.
When really hungry, they chow down on succulents of all kinds including our huge jade bushes, shrubs (irrelevant whether they’re native or not), pelargoniums, herbs and climbers.
I’ve double fenced many areas, which the weeds have taken advantage of because it’s that much harder to reach over and pull them out.
Don’t actually mind pukekos. They just mosey around and mind their own business, pecking the tripes out of the lawn to find juicy bugs. They’re murder on water sources though – dig up plants and poop into the water rendering it undrinkable for anything.
Yes you’re correct, pheasants aren’t native to Australia. Neither are dogs, cats, rabbits, foxes and a squillion other creatures the Brits left us with (yes, I’m from English/Scottish stock so this failure to think things through might’ve had something to do with my ancestors, but I like to think they were smarter than that).
Two pheasants escaped from a (now defunct) local pheasant farm some years ago (see my previous post). Ferdinand was the original escapee and somehow Felicity has done a runner as well. We’re very grateful – he was a lonely boy without her. Figured a snake would’ve got them in the intervening years, but they’re actually alive and well.
They like to scratch through the soil, digging up grass and plants and leaving bare dry earth in its place. It’s a nuisance, but at least they’re not eating my remaining precious plants or stealing lemons from the neighbour’s lemon tree.
END OF GARDEN CAPERS
So there you go. We love the wildlife deeply, even have a possum box on the back verandah, but I really wish they’d go visit someone else’s property.
In the meantime, I continue to learn the lesson to only plant things they hate to eat, and buy all my fruit and vegetables from the supermarket.