Natureworld and Wineglass Bay
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We started at Natureworld, a small, intimate but slightly sad nature park. We arrived in time for animal feeding, and were treated to proper views of tasmanian devils, wombats, bennett's wallabys, quolls, and even allowed to pet the eastern grey kangaroos seeing as they were roaming tame and unhindered around the park.
Following the animal feeding, the keeper pointed out that the 'Pelican train' was leaving soon on a tour of the park. In this way all the guests at the park are moved around as one group of about 40 from one activity to another so you really get a personal feel to the day. The train was driven by the park owner 'Bruce' who looked like Denis Norton and turned out to be from Guildford. He in fact owns the park, adding to the personal touch.
Aside from the recent drought that has left the park looking very dry and the animals' water features empty, there was also a freak tide that caused the sea to burst the sandbank and flood the park. All of the irrigation channels, the little river, and the animals' water ponds were flooded with the salt water, and with the drought on they are not permitted to re-irrigate using freshwater. They are going to have to cut down many of the eucalypt trees that have not survived.
Additionally, there is a memorial in the park to the previous owner's wife and mother. In Port Arthur, where we visit tomorrow, there was a terrible massacre in 1996 when a crazed gunman shot down 35 people, the owner and his wife were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Finally, there is a state-wide issue with the native Tasmanian Devils. These are dying rapidly from a mouth cancer that is passed by sharing saliva, discovered in 2000. So if two devils fight or share a piece of meat, they can pass the disease along. Added to this Devils only live to 5 yrs, only breed between 2-5 yrs and only have a maximum of 4 offspring. This is a subject naturally close to Tasmanians heart, as the devil is an iconic part of their heritage and culture. Not to mention associated problems are with foxes that (as usual) were introduced by the damn English to provide sport, and up till now populations have been kept in check by the devils.
Bruce also fed the giant pelican, a beautiful ethereal group of white, fallow deer, and some geese.
After the train we all sat around for the 'baby-feeding', At first domestic animals were given to us all to hold; rats, rabbits, guinea pigs etc. But then the handler brought out a baby quoll, and a baby Tassie Devil. We were allowed to hold them unfortunately, but we were allowed to stroke them.
The next thing on the agenda was the reptile feeding. Like I said yesterday, the black snakes are the most dangerous, but Australian snakes really rarely attack unless they are provoked or stepped on by accident. The really dangerous snakes are those that attack, but since Aussie snakes are too small to eat us, they aren't interested and usually just try to move away. To clarify by the way, black snakes are the same as tiger snakes, but since Tasmania is cooler than the rest of Australia they have evolved to be completely black so they warm up quicker (ecotherm). There was also a rogue tiger snake with yellow body and black stripes; this is an evolutionary throw-back and adaptation to camouflage this snake in sandy areas.
He was feeding them dead chooks (chicks) from a bucket of water. Squeezing them out and throwing them one to each snake. He is there to prevent the snakes from eating one another if they are not all equally fed. From the original 1000, 800 ate each other when the owners didn't bother to care for them, and when the park saved them there were only 200 left. In the enclosure, if two snakes are eating the same chick they will both continue to eat until one has consumed the other...
It was fun watching the snakes swallow their little snacks...;)
So back to the van and onto Wineglass Bay in Freycinet National Park. Sadly this pristine and beautifully arched and sheltered sandy bay is pretty inaccessible with an hour and a half walk to it, so we settled for a half hour walk to the look-out, where we met another wild wallaby, and then scampered back down for lunch at a random little sandy beach where I tucked into the delicious cheese and pickled onions I'd bought the day before yesterday.
It was then a quick drive back to Hobart to drop everybody off and say goodbye as Rose was rushing to catch another bus and we'd stayed late at the Natureworld. It was sad to say goodbye but a relief to be settling down in one place for the next 4 days while we use Hobart as a base. Greg and Tanya have been great tour guides and we would never have got to see so much without their invaluable help.