It’s not moving…it’s just sitting there with a slightly dazed look on its face. It doesn’t look obviously injured.
If it doesn’t move soon, I think we’ll call the wildlife rescue service and get some advice.
If you decide to name him, I think that “Gary” would be a perfect name. 
Why couldn’t your location be Detroit, or Copenhagen, or Buenos Aires?
That’d be much cooler.
Hope your wombat is OK.
I bet I never type that again.
Don’t get close or he’ll mod the hell out of you!
Are you afflicted by the dreaded bureaucratic WOMBAT? Also known as the Waste Of Money, Brains, And Time?
Naah, Cunctator’s wombat is visible! 
That’s not some sort of weird euphemism, is it?
Also, ‘The Dazed Wombat’ would be a very good bar name. Ditto a drink in said bar.
I believe you live in the inner west, Cunctator. I wonder how on earth he got there.
I wish I had a wombat in my yard occasionally. I only seem to get possums. And birds, of course. And the neighbour’s cat. And bees. And butterflies. And ants.
But no snakes, wombats, foxes, echidnas, or kangaroos.
To the best of my knowledge, I have never been in Cunctator’s yard, slightly dazed or otherwise. Just thought I would state that for the record.
Well, if you were slightly dazed, you might not remember!
That is why I said, “to the best of my knowledge.”
Quick, look up! Is the ceiling blue?
North Sydney actually. But don’t worry - the wildlife isn’t invading the inner city just yet. I’m at my mother’s place at Bowral this weekend.
The bloke from WIRES came and had a look. He said there’s nothing wrong with the wombat and it probably just got lost going home to its burrow last night. Now it’s disoriented and doesn’t quite know what to do. He tried a very high tech method of getting it going (shoving it with a broom), but it won’t budge. His advice was to let it sit there. It will probably start moving again once it gets dark in a few hours’ time.
In the meantime the neighbours’ dogs are howling incredibly. They clearly don’t like having the wombat so close.
It’s probably a were-wombat.
Or a Terminator-wombat.
It is a full moon, after all.
Digger? Is that you?
It sounds like he had a real night out on the town. Those wombat hangovers are the worst! You might give him a couple aspirin.
StG