I managed to get outside to look for the Easter Bilby. Lynettea thought I was asleep in my tunnel but I was really in my enclosure. When she took out the recycling I stepped out quietly and looked in the native violets. That area with Westringias and native violets and Correa would be attractive to the bilby and it might even drop a few eggs, I thought. Lynettea saw me and picked me up and took me in before I could see anything much.
‘The Easter Bilby won’t be here until Sunday,’ she said.
How does it get here I wonder. The fences are high. It must be a very good hopper.
‘It may not come for you, Sasha,’ said Lynettea. ‘You don’t eat chocolate, do you? And neither do I.’

