When you realize it's not food time yet.

Walking through the Devils at Cradle sanctuary under the afternoon sun, I found myself face-to-face with a Tasmanian Devil. Its dark fur gleamed with a glossy sheen under the sunlight, and a striking white stripe adorned its chest. The devil's reddish ears and wide-open eyes gave it an alert and curious look. As it stood on the dark soil amidst small twigs, I couldn't help but marvel at this fierce yet vulnerable creature. It was a moment that reminded me of the raw beauty and untamed spirit that nature holds—a stark contrast to our curated lives.