Sure enough, when I'd walked over to the spud patch, I found about a third of the Pinkeyes badly chewed.
Opinion is divided on whether you need to fence potatoes from wallabies -- most of the blokes on my road just string up some electric tape to keep the cows out and off they go. A friend up the hill grew spuds unprotected for twenty years...until the twenty-first year. Now he has to wallaby-proof his patch annually.
So it was a bit of a gamble to leave the fencing 'til later and just plant the potatoes. In fact, my plan was to fence the patch next week, but as I examined the chewed plants that were so vibrant the day before, I knew the time had come.
So there goes my week of garlic harvesting, bean and beet planting, cucumber mulching and bed preparation in the main patch. Instead I got out the spade and began digging post holes....
Two and a half days later I emerge from a world of posts and wire, strainers and snips, netting and clips...
I love the pademelons, they are indigenous to Tasmania, and they look like a cross between a mainland wallaby and a wombat. At night you can hear them hopping, 'thump, thump, thump', heavy and slow, but not satiated on my potato plants... anymore.
Because cute doesn't grow spuds.