To me, one of the most fascinating and wonderful experiences was how much wildlife we saw, and I don't mean just the birds.
|Like this Green Rosella, endemic to Tasmania|
|Green Rosellas in the leaves...|
Tasmania is different. You see things in broad daylight. Everywhere.
We tripped over wombats, had to stop for echidnas trundling across the road, stepped around wallabies in parking lots, said good morning to Tasmanian Pademelons outside our door in the snow, and even saw the magnificent Forester Kangaroo, which is now uncommon in Tasmania.
|And one that did pose nicely|
|Lapwing stalks away from the camera|
In fact you had to be careful not to tread on their eggs, or their fluffy young.
There were Ubiquitous "robins" - actually flycatchers - on every fencepost it seemed at times: pink ones and brown ones and flame ones and scarlet ones.
Currowongs fixed us with greedy eyes every time we stopped for a picnic. You know, the ones that make you feel guilty about not feeding the highly unsuitable junk food.
|Wombat mum and offspring, Cradle Mtn|
|Scarlet Robin, Freycinet|
|Bennett's Wallaby in the parking lot|
|Sperm whale remains on the beach in Mt William Nat.Pk|
I do apologise for the quality of the photos: I have only a tiny digital pocket camera.
|This field was actually dotted with eating-machines - six wombats.|