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 So, the best thing for me was to find another carer who lives in the bush and who also has wombat burrows that can be monitored. There were several near Canberra, and a few plans were made, but these fell through.
I continued to grow and grow. Then came the morning when I really decided to dig....and dig and just keep on digging. Guess what? I dug so much that I managed to burrow out of my enclosure and was able to roam around the backyard at my leisure (my foster parents did bring me out of my enclosure during the evenings, but they always supervised me). It was definitely time to move me back into the bush.
 Another carer, Michelle, was chosen who lived in the bush and had been releasing wombats back into the wild for 16 years. Michelle had a burrow near her house and another few burrows down in a nearby valley. So, on Saturday 13 October, 2001, I was moved to Michelle's property and put into my new burrow, where I can be monitored and come and go whenever I please.
 My foster parents miss me dearly (and I miss them), but they knew that they couldn't keep me as a pet. Whilst they have been great parents, their main job was to ensure that I was fit and healthy to be released back into the wild. There's too much dirt and earth to dig through in the Australian bush (not to mention other female wombats either), and I'm sure that there will be other juvenile wombats that will pass through the caring hands of my foster mother and father. Who knows, maybe I'll meet some of them one day and we can tell each other stories of how much we were loved and looked after...
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