Last night I saw ...

A bandicoot! - of the southern brown variety - about half an hour's drive from my house (well, my unit actually - I listened in on an auction, cause the guy was yelling to a crowd on the footpath as I came home, on the weekend for a unit in my block the same as the one we rent and it sold for $528,000 dollars - crazy times!). I went out to catch up with some friends who were staying in Lane Cove River Tourist Park. I was amazed at this place. I never knew that just next to Chatswood, in the middle of suburbia, was a national park, with a nice river, complete with bandicoots. So I was leaving just after ten last night and walking back to my car and I could hear a hopping sort of rustling sound in the bushes, which sounded like a creature of reasonable size, and curiousity got the better of me. Then there it was, and it most obligingly hopped out of the bushes and across the road, at a leisurely pace, right in front of me. I definitely have to go back and explore around that area sometime. It was a little moment of bush nostalgia.