When you find the perfect spot for a nap.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as I wandered through the grassy fields of Devils at Cradle sanctuary. There, nestled in the tall grass, lay a Tasmanian Devil in a state of serene repose. Its black fur stood out against the verdant backdrop, and its partially closed eyes suggested a rare moment of tranquility for this usually fierce creature. Observing this scene, I couldn't help but reflect on the delicate balance of life preserved within these sanctuary walls—a stark contrast to the chaos of human existence outside.