Kiwi came to us as a very young devil, she was tiny and all black. This is how she got her name after the New Zealand "All Blacks" Ruby team. She was one our first devils we interacted with in 2003.

Kiwi remained a very small devil, she actually looked a little like a small bear. She started off as a shy devil, she would sit silently in front of the big atrium window and look in. She continue to stare until you could feel someone watching you and look over to see Kiwi looking straight at you. As soon as we moved to get the food she would be at the door waiting.

As Kiwi got a little older she continued her routine of sitting quietly at the window but added another routine to get attention. She would paw at the window and the sound of her claws grating against the window made your blood run cold and demanded instant attention.

As small as Kiwi was, she had a fighting spirit and a never say die attitude. When other devils were on the verandah, she would fight everyone of them for the position in front of the door and any food coming from it, she didn't seem to have any fear.

Kiwi was the only devil from 2003 to return after the major poisoning campaign of wallabies and possums in April 2004. It was Summer 2004 when she returned, I assume this is when her pups had left the den. We were so excited to see her.

Kiwi was a regular visitor to the Boomajaril Property for four years. Unforunately as old age set in her hips became weak and she was unable to get up on the verandah, she was also going blind. Due to her weak state she started to become reliant on us to survive.

She came up with a very distinct call to get my mothers attention. We could not see her and she could not get our attention any other way as she could only make it to the first step of the verandah. So we had to listen out for her. She would be fed usually half a chicken and my mother would walk with her into the bush to make sure that another devil didn't take it off her. She trusted my mother completely on one of her last visits in March 2007, my mother gave her half a chicken, it was so heavy for her fragile little body that she kept falling over, my mother had to pick her up and put her back on her feet so she could go into the bush. That was the last time we saw Kiwi and we believe she passed away that night. She fought right to the end, she was five years of age.