I keep hearing the word "fuel" knowing it's actually "food, shelter, life". Wildlife habitat can't be rebuilt as easily or as quickly as human homes.

"Death of a Wombat" was the reason I started planting native plants and began to understand their relationship to animals and birds and insects. It was over 40 years ago. I was invited to the home of the Elliots at about the time they were setting up their first nursery business. Long before they began writing books about native plants. We sat by an open fire in the dark and listened to this piece. After all these years the memory of it still has such a profound effect on me. I can't hear it again. It isn't in me to cope.
Hugs all 'round, Joy