I am calling him Old half-ear. He is an old male Swamp Wallaby who has obviously come off second best in a fight or two. We have noticed him on our walks into the Nature Reserve next door, he is always alone and never seems afraid, he has seen it all I suspect.
As well as his tattered ears he has a big scar on his back and lumps and bumps on his tail but I think a proud stance. The fence line provides no barrier, he hops right through.
He can no longer get into the vegetable patch - thank goodness, the beetroot are now all our own!