The hunt for the elusive PlatyDevil
My hunt for the PlatyDevil (aka either a platypus or a Tasmanian devil) began the minute I landed in Tasmania, and every time I got near a river or creek at dusk or dawn, my senses went into high alert. Well, spoiler alert for the rest of this blog, I never find either of them.
And this is a biiiig but. (Sir Mix A Lot Would Be Proud)
I found SO MUCH ELSE.
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