Nature-wise, 2020 has been a good year for sighting native animals in my street. I saw a kookaburra across the road in August, and in autumn I sighted an owl in my gum tree on two separate nights. There have been various sightings of marbled geckos, mostly around the BBQ.
And on the weekend, I spotted a lizard, probably a blue tongue, darting into the pile of wood propped up against one side of my house (a recently dismantled fence which I am keeping for BBQ fuel).
It is gratifying that, even as suburbia grows further and further out, there are still native animals in the confines of my backyard.
Is it too much to wish for a koala to take up residence in my gum tree?