In linea di massima sapevo che cosa aspettarmi, eppure rimasi affascinato perchè fu uno degli spettacoli più miracolosi e incredibili che avessi mai … - Gerald Durrell

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In linea di massima sapevo che cosa aspettarmi, eppure rimasi affascinato perchè fu uno degli spettacoli più miracolosi e incredibili che avessi mai visto in tutti i miei anni di osservazioni naturalistiche. In realtà, il piccolo era in tutto e per tutto un embrione, nato in effetti dopo soli trentatrè giorni di gestazione. Era cieco e le zampe posteriori ordinatamente incrociate una sull'altra erano senza forza, eppure era stato messo nel vasto mondo. Come se questo non fosse già un grosso ostacolo, adesso quel coso doveva arrampicarsi su per il peloso petto di Pamela fino a trovare l'ingresso del marsupio. Un'impresa perfettamente paragonabile a quella di un cieco con le gambe rotte che dovesse arrampicarsi attraverso dense foreste fino alla cima del monte Everest, anche perchè il piccolo non riceveva il minimo aiuto da parte della madre.

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About Gerald Durrell

Gerald "Gerry" Malcolm Durrell (7 January 1925 – 30 January 1995) was a naturalist, zookeeper, author, and television presenter, most famous for founding what is now called the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust on the Channel Island of Jersey and for writing a number of books based on his animal-collecting and conservation expeditions. He was the brother of Lawrence Durrell.

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Native Name: Gerald Malcolm Durrell
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