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1: They are not brown, rather a distinctive black and white

2: They don't spin.

3: They do slobber and sound like the Devil himself.

4: They stink when stressed.

5: They prefer eating dead stuff that they've found rather than the hard yakka of finding it themselves.

6: The first Tasmanian settlers ate Tasmanian Devil, which they described as tasting like veal. Given their protected status, I doubt anyone is out there gobbling them up now.

This particular Tassie Devil was Henry and Ezra's favourite of the mob of them at ZooDoo last Friday.

Comments

Roddy said…
You are quite right, they are black and white, unlike Polly who is brown and looks just like the devil itself. Totally different temperament though.
Ellie said…
lol just like a really overgrown rat... and a little narky about it!
smudgeon said…
They go from being cute to weird lookin' so quickly. But thoroughly amazing creatures nonetheless.

I once read somewhere that the idea for Taz' spinning motion came when the creators visited the zoo in Washington DC & spotted the resident devils doing lap after lap of their enclosure - probably because the enclosure was so small & in the wild they're used to covering huge distances looking for smelly dead meat/snacks.
Sue said…
I love Tassie Devils! Nearly as much as MY favourite...the meerkat!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, she is a fur seal with legs.
Kris McCracken said…
Ellie, don't let it hear you say that.
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I still think that they're cute...
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, that stupid show with the annoying voice-overs have ruined meercats for me.

They're animals people, we don't need to anthropomorphise them!
Anonymous said…
Oh, isn't he (or she) the sweetest looking thing?
Kris McCracken said…
Yoork, I'm pretty sure that this one is the she. It was the smaller of the two.
Roddy said…
Ok, she may look like a fur seal, but she is still your sister. And I still say she looks like a devil.

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