The Echidna is known by quite a few names; spiny ant-eater, porcupine,  hedgehog. It’s  real name is Echidna acubata. It is a cousin to the equally weird platypus.

There was an urban myth in the old days that the echidna could fire its spines like arrows, as a defense mechanism.


I must thank the wonderful National Library archive TROVE for these  funny lines directed to a mother echidna;












Baby echidna

Kind of cute.

Mother echidnas  are sometimes neglectful in providing a sense of identity for their offspring. When a little echidna starts school it has to find the answer to something very important. It’s like solving a riddle;  ‘Hmm, I was carried in my mother’s pouch, but I’m not a kangaroo. I popped out of an egg, but I’m not a chicken.  I drank my mum’s milk, but I’m not a baby cow. What am I?’

What on earth could I be??










Echidnas often risk life and limb by trundling across the road. When you try to remove them they protectively curl themselves  into a ball, like a hedgehog. You can  (very) carefully roll them off  into the bush.














I have never seen an echidna here in the Blue Mountains.  However,  a large specimen was found in Katoomba a few years ago. They sent it down to Sydney’s Taronga Zoo.

In the past, members of the public  were inclined to keep our native animals as pets. It was a really bad idea, as they had no idea how to care for them.  Mind you, I must admit that the pair in this old illustration do look cute having their breakfast

Egg nog? (Trove)

Where I grew up in Tasmania echidnas were very  common, and thankfully they still are.   I remember being fascinated at seeing one embedded in our front lawn.  Naturally, being interfering young devils, we tried to get it out. We had no success whatsoever. It wandered off  that night in the cover of darkness.  An article  in The Weekly Times in 1947 shows that there were many such  indignities inflicted by children. A little girl called Denise won five shillings for her story of a semi-successful capture;

I managed to roll him into an old kerosene tine. He was very hard to move, as he rolled into a ball and was easily as heavy as a stump. I carried the tin home and placed him in half a kerosene drum of sand. It did not take him very long to reach the bottom, because we  could hear him clawing there.

My plan was to take him to school next day before releasing him, but to my misfortune Mr Porcupine had climbed out and gone. The only tracks I saw were where he had tried to scratch under the tankstand. Anyway, good luck to him. 

Good luck to him indeed!

One resident of our town (Ulverstone) got a bit of a fright due to an echidna.  About to feed his cow, he put his hand into  a chaff bag and was ‘bitten’ on every finger, plus his thumb. For a few dreadful moments he thought he had disturbed a nest of snakes and was very relieved when his son emptied the bag and the spikey little creature fell out.

No doubt echidnas are frightened by snakes too. The one pictured below seems to have got itself into a right pickle. I’m delighted to report that it burrowed down and escaped a horrible end.


Echidna and snake


To the Australian Aborigines, echidna meat was a prized delicacy;

Taronga Zoo is a more boring place to live than in the wild, but  as safe as can be. Perfect…. if you don’t mind gawping humans.


Resident of Taronga Zoo.

On a final note, I’m delighted that the echidna appears to have a very high profile in my old home of Tasmania. This one had to be rescued from a lake, and hit the headlines.


Echidna saved!

EXTRA, EXTRA….Echidna rescued!

Echidna swimming.

Soon to be scooped up by a kind soul.































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