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The Thylacine’s Zoo… Thylacine History Part one
We in the cryptozoology community post often about the beloved thylacine, but for me the part of its history I have a hard time coming to terms with is its last days at the zoo and the films which appear to be a dank miserable zoo environment.
But how was their care really? Who ran that zoo? Maybe if we know a little bit about that it may be easier to study the last of these amazing creatures.
It turns out that this zoo wasn’t as uncaring as the video made it seem by its age and quality.
A women named Mary Roberts opened the Beaumaris Zoo on her property in Hobart in 1875.
Mary had no formal schooling in zoology, but she did have a passion for Tasmanian fauna. Mary began sharing her passion with the general public in 1895.
Her great love and care for the thylacine was well known. She became the first woman to successfully breed them in captivity. So loved by her they were, that she wrote a manual on the keeping, caring, and breeding of the thylacine.
She was accepted into the Zoological Society of London, where she began gaving lectures on the care of these amazing marsupials.
In 1921 Mary Roberts passed away and the zoo and its many inhabitants were offered to the Tasmanian government, who declined the offer sadly. Then they were cared for by a Scottish farmer who was a great nature enthusiast. The Beaumaris Zoo was eventually moved to a location in Queens.
Sadly the last known living tiger died in 1936, the zoo itself closed a year later in 1937. There are only a few remains left of the zoo’s buildings where it stood last…
The remains of the last thylacine were given to the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery, who being unaware they had the last specimen of its kind, did a traveling exhibit with them instead of working on proper storage and cataloguing.
But how does all this make you feel now? Is it better to see those videos knowing Mary Roberts truly cared for them and tried to educate everyone on their proper care?
For me personally it makes it a little better understanding their history with at least their time with her. I still question their care in their last days . They appear so skinny in the videos, and just knowing the last one died due a cold spell, because they weren’t put in the proper habitat that night just doesn’t help me.
I pray they had some affection along the way. And as much as I would love to see these elusive creatures alive, I don’t agree with the de-extinction plan for them.
Humans are doing a number on this planet causing extinction and near extinction of many of its species. So the idea that it would be a good thing to bring them back in a time we are killing off others just doesn’t make sense and seems highly unethical to me.
What are your thoughts on the de-extinction of the thylacine? Do you think this world can support and keep them alive now in its current state? Let me know.
Have a great Monday…
Wandering Woman…
“The echos on the wind are secrets known only to the wandering free
Spoken only in the forest to the open who can truly see
Her hair, a cascade of moss and leaves
She dances with shadows and whispers back to the trees
A priestess of the woodland
The forest her church only few will understand
She is greeted by roots as soon as she enters
Each knot a prayer for that which keeps her centered
She kneels on mossy altars
And her devotion never falters
The rustling leaves become her psalms
Where better then here to see what’s been made by god
She raises her arms, and lets out a wild call
For the forest is her sanctuary she prays will never fall
Roots entwine her ankles, binding her soul
And the owl hoots the stories of moonlit rites and ancient magic of old
So let her wander, in peace and unafraid
A wild woman rooted to nature’s embrace
Her church, her sacred spot
Where spirits converse, and the circle of life is taught…”
Poem by me…
Photography by
https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-Grounded/1618318/10263687/view
Wildling Untamed…
“At the edge of a forest A girl steps in,
her spirit eager to be free., and her soul within
She treads barefoot on mossy ground,
She’s leaving behind all the world’s unyielding loud sounds
The city lights fading into memory,
She can finally lean against a tree and just be
She will learn to follow the ancient’s path
A wildling transformation is in her grasp
Her hair, once tamed, now blowing wildly the breeze
Her wildling call whispering through the trees
She is shedding her skin
A new life to begin
She’s trading all the crazy in her life
For the peace of the moonlight and secret forest finds
Her blood flows through her veins to the rhythm of the flowing streams
She has reclaimed her wildness, no more an elusive dream
She learns all of earth’s magical lore
As she wanders and explores
Tonight she will dance with the wolves under the full moon
Her song an emotional tune
Her rewilded heart will soon beat fierce, untamed
A girl will be fully transformed into a wildling, unnamed…”
The owl, sentinel of night, hoots its approval, Guiding her deeper into the forest’s cathedral. She drinks from dew-kissed petals, tastes earth’s lore, Becoming one with ferns, with every leaf she explores.
No mirrors reflect her face; instead, the moon mirrors her soul, And the stars, like fireflies, map her journey’s goal. She learns the language of foxes, the whispers of pines, Her heart beats in sync with the ancient rhymes.
The wildling girl gathers stories from the wind, Weaves them into her hair, where constellations begin. Her eyes hold the secrets of forgotten springs, And her laughter echoes through valleys, where magic sings.
For she is no longer bound by walls or expectations, But dances with wolves, finds solace in constellations. Her rewilded heart beats fierce, untamed, A girl transformed—a wildling, unnamed.
Poem by me
Art by Amanda Clark
Oliver Mill Park…
Exploring the old Oliver mill complex in Middleboro Mass. with Tiny. He’s up for looking for a Sasquatch and exploring the abandoned.
The Oliver Mill was built in 1734 on the banks of the Nemasket River. This area was previously a fishing spot for the Native Americans. In 1744 it was enlarged and produced things such as cannonballs and cannons, and later it produced shovels. It had a blast furnace and a forge. In 1834 it was completely abandoned.
In the 1980s they built fish ladders to aide the migration of river herring.
I’m surprised at how much is still standing. Definitely worth the stop as you know I love visiting all these old mills…
Here is the link to watch the video of the mill…
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C-dWKa4v1yN/?igsh=MWZ4ZjM0MnI1bXVqNw==
Bigfoot In Manitoba
“This is my favorite piece of bigfoot art ever. It shows the story of a teen from Manitoba who claims that in 1941 he shot a sasquatch after mistaking it for a moose. At the time he was worried it was a human, so he kept quiet for decades. From the book “Strange Creatures Seldom Seen” “
This was posted on http://r/bigfoot below is from the BFRO report on this encounter. The BFRO investigator was able to go and interview this witness.
If anyone knows the artist of this painting please let me know so I may credit them.
It happened the first week of November, 1941, 62 years ago, when Peter was 17 years old. He’d gone hunting for moose with two friends around Basket Lake, a small lake about 15 miles west of Gypsumville, the town near where Peter grew up and has always lived. The two friends hunted the east side of Basket Lake; Peter wanted to go to the west side, which he knew was good for moose and elk. There was patchy snow on the ground and Peter found ambling moose tracks criss-crossing the area, indicating feeding animals.
The spotty snow made tracking difficult but he moved ahead: “…Sure enough, I did see one in the willows feeding with its head down, and it was a cow moose – no calf, I didn’t see a calf, and no horns, so I knew it was a cow. At that time the bulls still have their horns. But, in 1941 yet before the major fires, there were bush and willows so thick that you couldn’t believe it. So you had to shoot through willows, there’s not… you didn’t always have an open shot, so… take a chance. So I did shoot, because I knew… take one or two steps and… [It would be gone].”
And… I looked in the willows… again, and I could see all this hair, so I thought to myself ‘Well, I’ll slow you up,’ and I took a good aim and I fired. It disappeared… looked like I got it, so I walked up to it slowly… It wasn’t far, 45 yards, only – ‘cause that’s about as far as you could see in that stuff – if it was that far. But I took my time, because when you approach a big game animal you have to approach carefully. You carry your gun across your chest with your hand on the breach, ready to fire. If it wants to jump you, you have one good shot, point blank. Don’t raise the gun to your shoulder, just turn it and pull the trigger. That’s the last chance you got. Because a big game animal, he gets you, you’ve had it.
Here is the full report with interview included;
http://bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=9552
Here is the Reddit link;
https://www.reddit.com/r/cryptids/s/a7UzyXp2li
Have a great day and be safe in the forest….
Bigfoot in Ashburnham Ma…
I told a few folks about this over the years and they think I was nuts. But doesn’t matter what they think. I was close enough to know what it was. I would say about less than 50 ft. Right in the middle of a fire road.
In December 1977, my dad, uncle and my dad’s other friends and myself went up to the cabin owned by a hunters club in Gardner, Mass. We went to spend the night, cook food and my dad and his friends like to play cards after eating supper. Myself and a friend used the snowmobile with a sled attached to the back, we took turns driving the ski doo around and the other would stand on the foot rest on the sled.
The area was in northern central Massachusetts, very close to New Hampshire boarder. The cabin is in Ashburnham Mass. It’s about 2.5 miles up a fire road called Old Colony Road. I remember it was a snowy winter that year. The area where we saw this thing was right on the edge of a swamp, old train tracks run right thru the area and crosses the fire road that we used to get to the cabin.
It was about 4 p.m. or so, it was just getting a little dark. My friend and I left the cabin with the snowmobile, he was driving first and I was on the foot rest on the sled. We left and came up to the swamp, crossed over the tracks and headed down the road about 50 ft or so. It was getting a little late and we decided to not go to far so we turned the sled around on the road. Had to pick it up because of the narrowness of the road. Once we turned it around it was my turn to drive. So now we’re facing the tracks and the swamp is on both sides of the road. the road goes right thru the swamp and the tracks cross right by the edge of the swamp.
At this point I looked behind me to see if my friend was on the sled and holding on, when I looked up I saw this creature walking on 2 legs like a human. He crossed right by the tracks at the edge of the swamp and crossed the road right in front of us. I remember it looking at us and I remember the arms swing clearly. Just like the pictures I have seen from your site. Very similar. Anyway, I remember the its size, that’s what was scarey, so large, I’d say about 7to 9 ft high, weight about 400 to 500 pounds. At least for something that size it would most likely be heavy. I know the woods there well. I’ve spent years in the military and hunt every year. I have been trained in tracking and survival in the woods so I know what I am saying and what I saw. But the thing took about 2 steps and he was across the road. All black hair, didn’t notice any smells, but I can tell you this. I won’t forget that day ever. It was cold anyway and with no breeze the smell of it wouldn’t travel far. My friend was shocked. He won’t even mention it when I see him these days. He told one person and they treated him like he was on drugs. So thats why I never wanted to tell to many people.”
Bigfoot Prints found in the Sand…
Crews found not one, but two strange footprints in his niece’s driveway near Payne’s Chapel Road, just two miles from the Bulloch/Jenkins County line Tuesday. The prints appear humanlike, but only show four toes. The largest measures 19″ long and 11″ wide, and was way deeper than Crews was able to make one of his own prints, and he weighs about 250 pounds.
In fact, the off prints dwarf his size 13 EEE shoe prints, he said.
Crews’ niece was taking her children to the end of the driveway Tuesday morning when she spotted the prints and called Crews. “She said she heard the dogs, which were in the house, raising cain around 4 a.m.,” he said. “They wouldn’t shut up.”
https://www.statesboroherald.com/local/its-a-big-foot-but-is-it-bigfoot/
Believing the unbelievable: the investigators who keep Bigfoot on his toes
Some of the nation’s most dedicated Sasquatch-seekers are located in Oregon.
— Read on www.klcc.org/human-interest/2024-07-18/believing-the-unbelievable-the-investigators-who-keep-bigfoot-on-his-toes
‘Goat’s feet’ footprints left after sighting of strange creature, Ecuador – Nexus Newsfeed
Location. Tarqui, near Cuenca, Ecuador
Date: 1965 Time: night
A female peasant reported to authorities that at a local ‘abandoned house’ she was able to see on separate occasions ‘somebody or something’ taking refuge or hiding in the old, dilapidated structure.
— Read on nexusnewsfeed.com/article/unexplained/goat-s-feet-footprints-left-after-sighting-of-strange-creature-ecuador/
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