Wombats
I have lived in Kilmore for almost forty years and have not before seen wombats in the town area. There have been plenty out in the surrounding hills, but none close to the urban areas.
Last week, I was driving to the station at about 7.30 in the morning when a wombat trotted across the road from the adjacent racecourse and made its way into a flowery garden. I was a little surprised but the wombat seemed to know exactly where it was going..
The next day I was out for my walk at about 9.30, not too far from town. I was walking along the Number Two Creek, funny name isn't it. The creek is at the bottom of quite a steep gully, about five kilometres to the west of Kilmore. I out looking to see whatever birds were up and about. In the rushes I could hear a lot of noise and I supposed it might be a fox returning late from his nightly jaunt.
I stood still and waited a moment and then I saw, sitting in the patch of sun outside a large burrow, two large wombats. Wombats are nocturnal animals so it is quite unusual to see them sitting out in the sunlight.
I think wombats might be hard of hearing because although I made a lot of noise coming through the thick, creek side growth, they hadn't noticed me at all. As well as being hard of hearing, I think wombats must be short sighted in strong sunlight. At least these seemed to be.
Eventually I had to move and the two, moving very quickly for such round creatures, disappeared into one of the several burrows in the area.
About an hour or two later, on my return from my walk, I came across wombats once again, more of, or the same ones, I am not sure. One seemed to be an older fellow, he was walking determinedly to wherever it was he was going. He was following a well used track and was striding along very quickly in the open. He eventually disappeared around a bend in the track.
I heard another wildlife observer say recently, that he thought the wild things were beginning to return to the towns. We certainly see many kangaroos, wallabies, hares, foxes birds, echidnas and now wombats in and about our gardens now.
Kilmore has a love / hate relationship with corellas. Long Billed corellas, Cacatua tenuirostris and the Little Corella, Cacatua sabguinea, are frequent visitors to the Kilmore Golf Course.
In the mornings and evenings their calls are ear piercingly loud. They have a wonderful time swooping around the reservoir lake as they make their way to the tall trees for the night. We find it a wonderful concert as we walk each evening. 
In the morning, they reverse the procedures, beginning their day with raucous and resonant calls as they swoop around and around the water. My daughter complains constantly of the noise waking her far too early. 
They are very, very wary. It is difficult to get near to them. I have tried many times, sneaking behind trees and bushes to get a little closer. There is always at least one bird standing slightly apart from the group. I can hide from the flock but every time, the sentry bird picks me out and lets out a loud karrek, karrek, karrek as it lifts from the ground. The others follow.
I remember one year having to enter a holiday house from the rear, leaving our car out on the street, because a pair of plovers had nested in the middle of the bare gravel driveway. 
I have lived in Kilmore for almost forty years and have not before seen wombats in the town area. There have been plenty out in the surrounding hills, but none close to the urban areas.
The next day I was out for my walk at about 9.30, not too far from town. I was walking along the Number Two Creek, funny name isn't it. The creek is at the bottom of quite a steep gully, about five kilometres to the west of Kilmore. I out looking to see whatever birds were up and about. In the rushes I could hear a lot of noise and I supposed it might be a fox returning late from his nightly jaunt.
About an hour or two later, on my return from my walk, I came across wombats once again, more of, or the same ones, I am not sure. One seemed to be an older fellow, he was walking determinedly to wherever it was he was going. He was following a well used track and was striding along very quickly in the open. He eventually disappeared around a bend in the track.
It is sometimes a little easy to look so hard for the more unusual birds on an area, that we forget the more common.
They seem to love my garden, especially the tall tulip tree. Here they sit for hours, pulling the seed cones apart and dropping the litter on to the grass below. They seem too, to enjoy just nipping the new growth off the branches.
