We entered the town of Hobart, Tasmania to see a row of trendy wine bars and gastropubs welcoming visitors from the sea. Just miles from the city was another world- serene landscapes that were a striking contrast to the bustling cities we had explored earlier in our journey. The countryside rolled out before us, dotted with sheep farms and vineyards, each view rural and picturesque. It was a place that felt untouched, a corner of the world where time seemed to move a little slower.
Our visit to the Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary was the kind of experience that stays with you long after the journey ends. Walking through the sanctuary, we were introduced to Tasmania’s unique and fascinating wildlife. One of the first animals we saw was a Tasmanian devil, stretched out lazily in the sun. Watching it sleep peacefully, stretching its body and legs like my housecat, it was hard to reconcile this quiet moment with the ferocity these endangered creatures are known for. The species’ incredible bite force is capable of crushing bone (we were warned not to put fingers anywhere near its mouth, which wasn’t a problem).
The highlight of our visit, though, was hand-feeding kangaroos with my daughter, Livia, and husband, Dan. Kangaroo feed boxes are scattered throughout the sanctuary, and visitors are encouraged to share a handful with the roos. And share, they do! I could have stayed for hours, moving from roo to roo, trying to coax the overfed animals to take just a few pellets from my hand. This simple act of sharing a meal with these gentle animals created a connection I never expected. At one point, a kangaroo gently grabbed my hand with both of its paws, pulling it closer to ensure it got every last piece of food. It was a moment of trust and tenderness that left me in awe and a moment I will remember the rest of my life.
But behind the charm and playfulness of the sanctuary's residents lies a sobering truth: all of the animals at Bonorong are rescues, many of them victims of car accidents.
In Tasmania, a peaceful drive through the countryside can take a devastating turn, especially for the island’s iconic marsupials. Wallabies, kangaroos, wombats, and other wildlife often roam freely, their habitats crisscrossed by roadways. Sadly, vehicle collisions with these animals are all too common, leaving tragic consequences in their wake.
What many may not realize is that when a marsupial is struck, the tragedy might extend beyond the loss of the mother. If she carried a baby- or joey- in her pouch, that tiny life might still be clinging to survival, unaware of the outside world. These fragile joeys are often too young to fend for themselves, making the moments after an accident critical for their survival.
In Tasmania, locals have embraced a compassionate practice to help these vulnerable creatures. If you accidentally hit a marsupial, you're encouraged to stop- if it's safe- and check the pouch for joeys. Finding one is just the first step; the next is calling Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary. Their dedicated team will take in the baby, providing expert care, nourishment, and rehabilitation.
For these rescued joeys, Bonorong offers more than a lifeline- it provides a future. Though their introduction to the sanctuary may be born of tragedy, their stories continue in safety, thanks to the efforts of the sanctuary and the kindness of those who stop to check.
From Bonorong, we traveled to the historic town of Richmond. The charm of this place was undeniable, with its quaint shops and streets steeped in history. We learned about Tasmania’s past as a prison colony, a sobering yet fascinating chapter of its story. In one small shop, we discovered carvings made from Huon pine, a native tree that grows just a millimeter a year. The wood’s fragrance is eternal, and local artisans craft exquisite pieces from scraps that naturally break away. Livi chose a Huon pine tiger, a beautifully carved tribute to the Tasmanian tiger, an animal tragically hunted to extinction.
Our day ended where it began. In Hobart, a city that seemed to capture the spirit of Tasmania in every way. The pinot noir from the region was exceptional, a reflection of the island’s cooler climate. Fresh oysters, shucked on the waterfront and garnished with a simple cucumber and jalapeño granita, were delicious. As we sat by the water, savoring the flavors of Tasmania, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the beauty and wonder of this place.
Tasmania wasn’t just a stop on our journey; it was a reminder of the world’s quiet marvels. From hand-feeding kangaroos to learning about its rich history and savoring its culinary delights, this corner of Australia offered a glimpse into something extraordinary. It was a day filled with moments that felt both simple and profound, the kind that make you pause and truly appreciate the adventure of “Life OVER Seas”.