Showing posts with label Tasmania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tasmania. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Tasmanian Tiger [Thylacinus cynocephalus]

Watercolour sketch of Tasmanian Tiger by Peter Kreet.

The Tasmanian Tiger over the years has captured not only the imagination of Australians, but many conservatists around the world. Extinct species seem to create both curiosity and the interest of various celebrities, who feel obliged to mount  expeditions into the Tasmanian wildness.  A recent example was Brigitte Bardor, the French 1950's sex kitten. Unfortunately the Thylacine received a lot of bad press, blamed for heavy  sheep loses in the early days of settlement, the settlers applied political pressure to have a bounty introduced. However this proposal only passed through parliament by one vote, mainly due to the likely cost of one pound per carcass. Given that tiger had a preference for open country, there was always going to be a clash of interests with the early farmers. Evidence has suggested that wild dogs were the most likely cause of most stock loss, as the Thyacine diet of mice, bandicoot and other small game was plentiful. The bounty had more to do with the hard economic circumstance of many settlers, than stock losses.

Given this general overview, I was more than excited to be offered the opportunity to visit the Thylacine Vaults at the Tasmanian Museum & Art Gallery. Behind it's locked doors the Museum holds one of the largest collections of Thylacine specimen in the world. Over eighty skins, skeletons, skulls and various bone parts, along with several taxonomic examples are stored in its basement. There are also many preserved young in various stages of development held in spirits. The young when born are required to make the perilous journey to the pouch which fortunately face the back of the animal. Still the young are born without hind legs or hair and live in the mothers pouch for five months until they have grown a coat. The females are smaller than the males, the collection holds samples along with juveniles.

The 19th cent. saw a large trade in tiger carcasses, They were sent to Universities for dissection and traded with other Museums around the world for other exotic animals. Although the scientific community expressed concern about their possible extinction ,they were not placed on the protected list until July 1936, just 59 days before the last Thylacine died in captivity in Hobart's Zoo! The records suggest some 2ooo animals were needless shot for know real reason other than rumour. Settlers on the east-coast of Tasmania  in 1886 went so far as to from an association for the extermination of the Thylacine from the State due mainly to the possible financial rewards on offer. All animals shot had to be destroyed so as to prevent double dipping, sounds very much like the antics of the apple pull during the 1960's & 70's. It would appear that Government money had more to do with the disappearance of Tasmania's unique tiger.

The Museum lead the fight to create a reserve for the Thylacine, under the directorship of Clive Lord but without success. Prices soared as they became rarer like most exotic creatures and  prices have been going up ever since, recently a skin was offered for sale eBay with a price tag of  120000 dollars. We know very little about the life span and habits of the Tasmanian Tiger, whether they lived in family groups [single males had been sighted]. The 19th cent. was very much interested in their anatomical structure  due to Darwin's revolutionary theories, but showed little interest in anything else. Anatomically they are similar to the build of a greyhound which suggest short bursts of high speed. Little about the breeding cycle as non were every bred in captivity, we do know they could have up to four young, although two to three was normal. There is no evidence to suggest they were territorial like a wolf. The tiger was a carnivore with a short digestive track, it's likely life span about 12 years.

Over the years there have been reports of sighting, but no hard evidence has been supplied. Recently a German tourist claimed to have taken a photo of one, the markings seem to match, but the photo is very blurred and he returned home unfortunately before the film was developed. His brother reported the find some time later but no one has ever interviewed the gentleman .May be this was the source for the current film Hunter, were an army of Mafie types are all searching for a tiger. Many artist have attempted over the years to base work on our tiger, but generally they often make the animal appear large and aggressive, when in fact they were very weary of humans, there is no record of anyone ever being bitten.  It will be a great tragedy if our other unique creature the Tasmanian Devil follows the Thylacine into extinction.


Friday, July 15, 2011

Tasmania Mt.Field's Tarn shelf.

Looking down on a mountain tarn

Rocky outcrops

Mountains as far as the eye can see

Ideal spot for lunch

Alpine vegetation

Deep water tarn


Wind swept alpine tree



Fagus leaves

Alpine growth a fairy meeting place!

Striding out across the plateau in Mt Field National Park in autumn can be an accelerating experience. Whether stride is the right word or clamber closer to the truth is a matter of opinion. The climb to the snowfields after an hour of rock hopping and odd slide down on your backside encourages a sense of anticipation of what may lie ahead. The gray figures of dead trees trusting  out between the crevice and rocky outcrops bears witness to the harshness of the climate here.


Cabbage plant

Our family has made many pilgrimages to these mountains and tarn shelf, viewing the fagus forest and alpine plants, this is the world of Tasmania's highlands rarely visited by the short term tourist. Try to visit in the autumn when the fagus trees are dressed at their best in soft fading colours. I have  visit in  the depths of winter when the rocky crevices are filled with snow. Once I took a Jamaican artist studying here up there in deep winter, he felt compelled to experience trudging through deep snow. He was so concerned about dying in the cold that he dress himself in my daughter's antarctic all weather suit. I don't know if you have ever seen a black man go red, but I did that day the sight was very amusing especially when he unzipped his jacket and let out enough steam to drive Watt's steam engine.

"Wrapped Landscape"
acrylic on board  Peter Kreet
Now days you are able to walk out on duck boarding with only minor rock  climbing events. The fagus tree is to my knowledge the only deciduous tree in Australia and the walk is well worth the effort. Take your lunch and enjoy the view sitting beside a tarn in this high country. All the plant life up here is very stunted and bent against the wind, so think how lucky you are to be beside a tarn and gazing out across one of the roofs of the world. Finally if you feel like swimming be quick the water is very cold. Once in British Colombia my wife decided to go swimming in a Rocky Mountain lake, she jumped in and out in one movement not unlike a silent movie being played backwards.But  I promise it will freshen you up! I have included the painting above "Wrapped Landscape" so that you can see the relationship between my mountain hikes and visual work.