A red-necked wallaby, and a wombat jaw, and a wombat’s head, jug-eared. A red belly black snake entrailing from a vessel hoisted on merino horns. It’s a cornucopia of flowers; grevillea and dahlia, stamens mimicking the whorls of goat hair, whirling like little cyclones. The weather is changing and things are all mixed up, feast and famine, petals and bones, human designs, all nestling in together on the feral goat’s back. New Zealand Rata flowers embroidered back into the feral possum's soft fur is wishful thinking, as if the possum had never been taken there to eat the vulnerable forests. Colony is a city that hovers between futurism and anachronism, it's both technological and animal in its position poised over four