17/6/2019 – The thylacine’s ‘yip yip’

A pair of thylacines, male and female, in an American zoo, 1902

Male and female thylacines at an American zoo in Washington, around 1902-1906

This writer recently answered a post on Quora about the supposedly extinct thylacine (Tasmania tiger), and it got my wife and I thinking again about an event that happened at our farm.

I live in the upper Huon Valley with my family. We moved to the farm about eight years ago, after 20+ years in northern mainland Australia.

The farm skirts forest and pasture in a secluded area, which more or less backs onto the southwest wilderness area.

The house had been unoccupied for a few weeks before we arrived.

The garden and paddocks were a bit overgrown, and I almost burned through a ride-on mower belt trying to cut the grass around the house. I had a paddock slashed by a contractor.

On a cold night around September, only a few weeks after we moved in, we heard a “yip yip” near the house.

We were newbie Tasmanians and new to rural living. We thought the sound was unusual. It didn’t sound like a dog. If it was a bird it was a weird one.

I did not go out for a look around because I didn’t think the noise was hugely significant, it was just an animal that I had not heard before.

My wife was with me and she heard it too. We heard the “yip yip” again a few minutes later, up on the hill, either two animals talking, or one that was moving fast.

When I read later in Col Bailey’s book that the thylacine makes a “yip yip” sound, I was stunned.

I’ve since listened to recordings of owls and sugar gliders and they sounded nothing like it.

Even weirder, we have not heard a yip yip since.

Unfortunately, the so-called “Fox Task Force” may have baited our area around this time, as we were contacted about it by letter not long after we moved onto the farm.

Whether they went ahead with baiting nearby I do not know, but I do know baiting continued in the state until 2013, at a cost of millions of dollars.

In our first month on the farm we had loads of quolls, there were six or so around the dog food the first night we put it out.

The quolls soon disappeared, presumably because we got two dogs, although we still see quolls around.

We have small caves in a gully that are probably the homes of wombats, but I did wonder if they might have been used by other animals.

We rarely get devils where we are, in eight years we have had only two at the house and seen half a dozen on the road, possibly sometimes the same devil. I have wondered if the local demise of devils from facial cancer may have made life easier for tigers, if they still exist.

Looking at the facts, you’d think tigers died out long ago. The land they reportedly liked in the north of the state is well occupied by farms. Farmers spotlight-hunt for wallabies at night. They would see tigers if they were there.

The forested country near where we live is not considered the thylacine’s preferred habitat. However, our back forest and land more or less adjoins the remote Weld country where Col Bailey reckons the last tigers were.

I half-mentioned this account to a local but their eyes immediately glazed over like I was full of it, so I shut up about it.

But the story is worth telling simply because it is true. It is odd that we heard this sound only on one occasion, when we first moved in, and never again.

We have dozens of wallabies on our property, pademelons and big greys, we have possums, and wombats. But unless you go out at night you would hardly know they are there, aside from all the poo.

These nocturnal animals just don’t get around in the daylight, although plenty are run over by cars at night.

Could one or two thylacines from the Weld have made their way onto our property?

Did fox baiting kill them?

I’ll never know, but I do know we heard genuine “yip yips” and we have not heard anything resembling that sound since. If they were owls or whatever you’d think we would have heard them again.

If anyone knows of a Tasmanian animal that goes yip yip at night I’d like to know, to set my mind at ease, as I am still kicking myself for not going out and checking the paddocks that night.

Meanwhile, here’s the most recent thylacine reports I could find.

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