Saturday, September 22, 2007

The Southern Marsupial Mole (itjari-itjari)


Ok, it's been a long time, and under those circumstances I always seem to end up obsessing about animals...


Here’s a quote from a website:

“The marsupial mole is found in the central deserts of southern Northern Territory, northern and east-central Western Australia and western South Australia.”

So that’s clear, then.

In terms of their continued survival, man is not a real problem for the mole these days, although apparently there are some issues with “soil compaction caused by stock movement and vehicles”. In other words, they sometimes get trampled on or run over and squashed. It must be disheartening for the moles to realise that they’re going to end up as road kill even if they stay underground.

In the past things were different; there are records of thousands of mole pelts being traded between 1900 and 1920 in deals struck between Aboriginals and European cameleers which, no doubt, followed the traditional pattern of such deals - the Europeans got the moleskins and a few hundred thousand acres of ancestral lands and the Aboriginals in return each got two pairs of cheap calico trousers and smallpox.

As burrowers go, the moles are not particularly hard-core, tunnelling only 10cm below the surface and coming up to have a look around fairly frequently. Well, not a look around, exactly, as their eyes are vestigial and they have no optic nerves. Presumably they have just enough time to sniff the air for a split-second with their small, slit-like nostrils before being torn limb from limb by the foxes, dingos and cats which they don’t hear creeping up on them because of their lack of external ears.

A further dubious evolutionary development is that the marsupial mole’s pouch faces backwards, to prevent it scooping up sand and bringing the animal to a shuddering and undignified halt. Whether or not this rear-facing arrangement also results in the mole leaving a trail of little tiny pink mole babies, jettisoned and squealing, in its wake when at full throttle is anybody’s guess, but it would make perfect sense to me if it did. (It would explain the “endangered” sticker, that’s for sure.)

There are photographs of these things, and, trust me, they aren’t pretty. It’s always reassuring that creatures whose noses are “horny shields” and whose hands have become “scoops equipped with spade-like claws” tend to be on the small side, rather than there being the possibility that some hellish creature the size of a small rhinoceros is going to gouge its way up through the patio and join you in the hot tub.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Based on the size, I'm thinking mole-kebab.

LibertyBob

Anonymous said...

It is November now
Toad

David said...

There's something wrong - I'm sure I posted this in November. Or maybe October...

Anonymous said...

Maybe the problem is related to Daylight Savings Time. Do you folks mess with that crap in the UK?

Alternatively, your regular interaction with space aliens could mess things up. To fix the problem you will have to find another source for "probing". At least, that's what I've heard.

LibertyBob

David said...

Bob, I'd stick with the mole-kebabs and forget about the probing. At least that kind of probing.

Anonymous said...

David - have mislaid your email address. How about hooking up in London. Need to tap your brains. Just got made redundant!!!!!

Suzie C

Anonymous said...

It is nearly December
Toad

Anonymous said...

If you're redundant Suzie, does that mean that there's two of you?

LibertyBob

Anonymous said...

Talking of strange creatures, did you see the news about the new dinosaur that was found, with a mouth shaped like a vacuum cleaner nosil (I'm not making this up)? Got a good name for it - Dysonaur!


Suzie C