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CRIKEY! Just over there is a very rare Tasmanian crocodile...



I understand that when many people think of Australia, they think crocodiles. Generally speaking though, crocodiles like warm weather, and thus can't be found here in Tasmania (nor Victoria, New South Wales, South Australia or the ACT).

That is, all crocodiles except for the Extreme Antarctic Show Tunes Saltwater Crocodile. We happen to keep one of these very rare and dangerous beasts as a pet, to encourage a mentality of caution and safety.

Like the giant saltwater crocs that you can find in the north of Australia, the Antarctic croc is an aggressive and robust animal. They tend to congregate in rivers, lakes, wetlands and sometimes in toy chests. They feed mostly on vertebrates like fish, reptiles, and mammals, and occasionally on English muffins, raisons and dried cranberries. It tends to be an 'ambush hunter', that is, it waits for fish or land animals to come close, then rushes out to attack.

The most unique feature of the Tasmanian sub-species of the Antarctic croc is the combined xylophone/keyboard-like scaling across its back. It is this feature, coupled with wheels and nose rope, that makes it desirable to toddlers.

Comments

nobu said…
It's pretty!
Toddlers are brave, are they not?
Anonymous said…
Whoah, he's scary! You're very brave to have got so close!
Very cute and funny, fun post! :-D
Neva said…
What a very cute photo~ I am guessing the little guy likes this croc very much!!
The D in D & T said…
LOL - brilliant!
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks everybody for the comments!

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