Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Monday, September 27, 2010
A walk in the forest
Yesterday we attempted (and failed) to walk in a big circle through the forest, returning to our place. Regardless, it was great exercise and we took the dog. Several parts of the walk were along very boggy tracks and Baerli happily ran through the puddles and sank into the mud. We successfully tired her (and ourselves) out.
Along the way we saw a dead Tasmanian Devil, alerted to its presence by a large bird flying off from the path. Of course it would be better to spot a live one, but we're pleased to know they are still in our area. The facial tumour illness has almost wiped them out in some parts of Tasmania. We saw one running along our fence the first night we were here - they have a very distinctive gait - but as I haven't seen one since, I was starting to wonder if I'd imagined it.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.