Arriving at just 3 months old and a mere 290 grams, she levelled me with an unblinking black-eyed gaze even Audrey Hepburn would have envied. Despite big floppy ears and bright pink skin at least two sizes too large for her minute frame, she maintained an air of dignified composure at all times ... and was totally unfazed by anyone or anything.

Her mother was killed by a car travelling along the road to Jerusalem Creek, on the shores of Lake Eildon.

Orphan Swampies are renowned for their confidence, and Honey was no exception. With her bold personality and minute stature, she combined fragility and fortitude in one neat package.

Exhibiting tremendous confidence for one so small, she was ever eager to observe the curious activities of this great big world.

Sadly, her chance to experience the world was all too brief. Several days had passed between her mother's death and Honey's rescue, and after just a few short months it became apparent the severe dehydration she suffered during that time had led to kidney damage.

Suddenly, without warning, her health deteriorated and despite every possible effort, she died. If only the person who had hit her mother had stopped,

Honey would have survived.

Sometimes, unexpectedly, one encounters a truly special individual ... and even though such an experience may be fleeting, the impression it leaves is lasting . She was unique, her intelligence remarkable, and her will to live intense.

No matter how many babies follow her through the centre, her memory lingers

Most folk think of Wombats as slow, lumbering creatures - well think again. As babies - and adults - their speed of movement rivals that of a Kangaroo, and their busy little minds will frequently surprise you.

Tinky was a bouncy, playful, affectionate baby. Life with her was a little like having a live Teddy Bear crossed with something in-between a puppy and a human toddler.

She loved unzipping zips, turning sideways somersaults and falling asleep down my sleeve.

She had a peculiar aversion to wrist-watches ... was rather an accomplished typist ... and boasted quite the cutest, brightest pink feet of any living creature.

She is greatly missed.

Whilst not really twins, these two caramel Kangaroos ate, slept and bounced together ... and confused the most observant babysitter with their coordinated colourings.