Once endangered, Australia's numbat is making a hopeful recovery
I'm standing in a dry eucalypt woodland south of Perth, scanning tree hollows like my life depends on it, when a flash of russet and black stripes bolts up a trunk faster than I can blink.

That, my friends, is a numbat — and apparently, I'm not the only one finding them easier to spot these days. The IUCN just downlisted this gloriously weird marsupial from "endangered" to "near threatened," and the number crunchers say the population has climbed back into the several-thousand range after flirting with oblivion in the late 1970s, when fewer than 300 were left in the wild.
From 300 to Several Thousand — How Four Decades of Grit Paid Off
Tony Friend, a research associate at Western Australia's Department of Biodiversity, Conservation and Attractions (DBCA), didn't sugarcoat it: getting the numbat off the endangered list took forty years of relentless, sometimes gruelling work. The culprits behind the collapse were textbook invasive-species villains — red foxes and feral cats — helped along by habitat loss and fire regime changes that chewed through the dry eucalypt forests numbats call home.
The counterattack looked like this: targeted baiting and removal of foxes and cats in key areas, predator-proof fenced enclosures, and a translocation programme that moved wild and zoo-bred numbats into new territory. One of the two original Western Australian populations now numbers up to 2,000 on its own. Additional populations — three in WA, one in South Australia, one in New South Wales — have been ticking over for at least a decade, the oldest for more than thirty.
Rhino Resilience Adds to the Good News
Over in Zimbabwe, a quieter but no less dramatic conservation saga is unfolding. Twenty-six black rhinos rescued from insecure land in 2005 — some still carrying embedded snare cables, one so young she rode in a modified lion crate on the back of a pickup — settled into Bubye Valley Conservancy and proceeded to do what rhinos do best when left in peace: reproduce. Those twenty-six animals have since produced 120 offspring. Three founding cows alone account for forty calves and grand-calves. It's multigenerational proof that given even a sliver of safety, these ancient browsers claw back ground with stubborn, magnificent persistence.
Why the Work Can't Stop Now
Friend put a necessary pin in the celebration: three thousand numbats across an entire species is "still very low." The gains are real, but they're held together by continuous predator control. Let the effort lapse, and the population could crater back toward the edge. Same with rhinos — poaching pressure and land insecurity haven't vanished; they're managed, fought, and monitored every single day.
What thrills me, though, is the pattern I keep seeing in the field and in the data. Whether it's a stripy, termite-slurping marsupial clinging to a jarrah trunk or a two-tonne herbivore raising her calf in a Zimbabwean conservancy, the message is the same: nature doesn't need a miracle. It needs people showing up, year after year, doing the unsexy work of predator control, habitat protection, and population management. And when we do? Things erupt.
So here's my ask — if you're not already supporting a local or international wildlife conservation outfit, this week's a pretty good time to start. The numbats and rhinos are doing their part. Let's keep doing ours.