Tasmania is sometimes referred to as “The Roadkill state”.
Where I live it is nearly impossible to drive 10 kilometers of road without seeing a carcass of some sort.
I rescued this little possum from its dead mother’s pouch Wednesday night. I took it to the vet the next morning where they’ll look after it until they can pass it along to a registered wildlife carer.
To Tasmania’s credit, we actually have thriving wildlife populations near people, which cannot be said of the other states. Another factor is our twisty-turny shrubby and tree lined roads – which contrasts with the dead straight dirt-bordered roads of much of the mainland. To Tasmania’s shame is our horrifically bad drivers. Add all that together and hundreds of thousands of native animals die on our roads every year.
