From the Field

A Night With the Platypus Scientist

Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

It’s 5:10am and I’m standing thigh-deep in a frigid stream under a road bridge, just a few kilometers north of metropolitan Brisbane. My hands are numb, I’ve barely slept, and in my too-large waders I’m perpetually one wrong step away from face-planting into the water. 

But I don’t care… because we just caught a platypus. 

The incredible little mammal wriggling in the net at my feet is in trouble — threats like habitat loss, pollution, and drowning in fishing nets are taking their toll on platypus populations, which are declining rapidly across Australia.

That’s why scientist Tamielle Brunt is trapping platypus around urban Brisbane, to try and understand if and how the platypus can live alongside people near one of Australia’s largest cities. 

But as I’m learning, trapping platypus is akin to searching for a needle in a haystack. A very sneaky, adorable needle. 

Setting the Nets

Our work starts in the afternoon. After a quick safety briefing, we jump into a truck loaded with nets, wooden stakes, warm clothes, and baggy rubber waders. We drive north-east, family suburbs gradually giving way to old farmland, now divided into large blocks with eucalyptus trees shading the lawns. We pass a tractor and road signs warning of koala and kangaroo crossing.

We turn off at a small community park, grab two nets, and set off towards the stream. My borrowed waders are so large that I’m forced to hold them up at the crotch to avoid tripping over them. We make our way down to the stream and, wading in carefully on the rocky bottom, unfurl the fyke nets. They run across the waterway, from bank to bank, guiding any unsuspecting platypus into a funnel that rests half in, half out of the water to allow them to breathe. One net faces upstream, the other downstream to catch platypus moving in either direction. 

Brunt and Skelton set a fyke net in the stream. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

“Try to line it up with that channel, where they’ll be swimming,” says Brunt, as she hammers in a stake on each bank. Volunteer Candice Skelton and I dig around in the murky water for rocks to secure the bottom of the net, our fingers numb from the cold. 

It’s winter here in Australia, when platypus are traveling around to find mates. Brunt has just a few months to catch as many animals as possible before the females settle into the burrow with their young. 

This is the first of up to eight nets that we’ll put out before dark, spacing them along two different waterways. “Platypus travel quite a few kilometers in a night, so you don’t want the net sites too close together,” says Brunt.

It’s hard work, because the nets require a specific Goldilocks zone: the water can’t be too shallow, too deep, too wide, too narrow, and you need high banks. Otherwise, the sneaky little platypus will just walk around to the other side. 

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Fyke nets set under a road bridge during playtpus surveys. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Catching Spiders, Eels, and Cane Toads

After five hours of work we’ve set up five nets, and with dusk falling we return to our AirBnB for a dinner of Instant noodles and toast with cheese. Then it’s back into the car, and into our waders, to do the first check of the night. 

It’s dark now, and dozens of spider eyes twinkle in the glow of our headlamps as we scan the water at the first site. Nothing moves in the nets, but Brunt carefully lifts the funnel out of the water to check. “Sometimes they hide from you in the bottom,” she says. No platypus here. 

We move from net to net: Drive, waddle, trip, scan the water, lift the net, waddle, drive, repeat. We check the trees for owls as we work, but the night is cold and quiet, lit by a full moon.

This will be our routine for the rest of the night: 2 hours of net checks, 2 hours of sleep, repeat. It’s rough work, and Brunt does it night after night. She’s calm, professional, and thankfully handling the driving. Meanwhile, I sit in the passenger seat, covertly trying to prop my left eye open with my finger and secretly wondering why anyone in their right mind decides to research a nocturnal species. 

The 7:00pm and 11:00pm checks turn up nothing, except a few slimy eels and a bulbous cane toad. The 4:00am round will be our last — if the nets are empty, that’s it for the night. 

Brunt reaches into the net for the platypus. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Our First Platypus

Standing under a road bridge, we start pulling up the stakes on the third net. Empty, again. Or so we thought. I’m untangling grass from the netting when I hear Brunt: “Hey guys…. Guess what. I think we have a platypus.”

Skelton and I quite literally trip over ourselves with excitement as we wade towards her. She’s holding the funnel out of the water, peering into the bottom, where something is moving in the beam of her headlamp. The platypus is hiding as best it can at the bottom of the net, holding its breath and remaining motionless, hoping we’ll go away. 

Brunt deftly reaches into the net, grabs the platypus by the tail, and plops it into a canvas tote bag. As it wriggles around, its bill pops out of a hole cut into the corner. We’re all relieved — after two weeks of trapping, Brunt has her first platypus of the season.

“Don’t stand too close to the bag, he’s definitely a male,” she says, as we clamber out of the stream and power-waddle back to the truck. Male platypus have half-inch spurs on their hind legs, which they use to jab each other when fighting for mates. Earlier, Brunt was telling us that anyone unlucky enough to be jabbed by a platypus — and injected with the venom — can expect days of pain so excruciating that no amount of morphine will help. Yikes. 

Brunt and Skelton collect data from the platypus. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Collecting Data on the Truck-bed

I keep one eye on the bag as Brunt opens up the back of her pickup truck and sets the platypus down on a foam pad. We have a lot of data to collect, and we need to work quickly.

First Brunt weighs the platypus, looping the bag around a handheld scale. “How heavy are you? 1.175 kilos? Jeeze, you’re big!” she says, as the bag wiggles slightly. 

Next, age and fat reserves: Male platypus can be aged by their spurs, which have a keratin sheath that wears away as they mature. This little guy is a juvenile, between 9 and 12 months old.

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Male platypus have spurs on their hind legs, which can be used to estimate their age. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Platypus store fat in their tails, so Brunt folds his tail like a taco to see how much it bends. He doesn’t have significant fat reserves, but looks healthy otherwise, with a lush coat free of ticks and parasites. “He’s not even breeding age yet, so maybe he’s just trying to set up his own territory,” she says. 

The little male starts to wiggle around again, and Brunt waits for him to settle before measuring his bill and body. I lean in close to get a better look at the bill. The grey-brown surface is covered in tiny little pores, which platypus use to sense electrical signals in the water.  

Measuring the bill length. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Next, Brunt takes hair samples from the body and tail, which will be used for a toxicology analysis, and a skin sample from the hind webbing, similar to a human cuticle, for genetic analysis. 

The last step is the microchip. Brunt takes out a small plastic scanner and runs it over the platypus’s body, searching for any previous microchips. As she places her hand gently on his head, the platypus sneezes loudly. “Oh bless you! Is this because I’m on your schnoz?” says Brunt, laughing. 

A small skin sample from the platypus’s feet will be used for DNA analysis. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Not surprisingly, he hasn’t been tagged before. Brunt tells us that very little research has been done on platypus in Queensland, which means conservationists don’t have the data they need. “We don’t know things like population structure, genetics, all of that baseline data that are so important to manage these populations and let them persist into the future,” says Brunt. 

The data we collect tonight is the first step in filling some of those knowledge gaps. And so this little platypus needs a microchip. 

Brunt carefully folds up the skin around the back of the animal’s neck, needle at the ready. “The cheeky buggers,” she says, “they don’t have a lot of skin to begin with, and then they hunch themselves up sometimes.” A quick pinch and then it’s over. Brunt waves the scanner over his back again and the display lights up with the serial number. 

He’s ready to go. 

Tamielle Brunt holds the platypus by the tail, to avoid the spurs. Photo © Justine E. Hausheer / TNC

Return to the River

It’s almost dawn when we shuffle back down to the stream to release the platypus. Early-morning joggers run past in their fitness gear, as the first commuters drive overhead.

We walk past the half-uprooted nets to a deeper pool. Brunt sets the bag down on the sandy bank and opens the ties. A snuffling bill emerges, then a head, then a glossy brown body. The platypus ambles out of the bag, quite calm despite all our prodding, and down to the water’s edge. He slips beneath the surface without a splash, and within seconds he’s disappeared into the murk as if by magic. 

On the way back to the car, stifling my yawns, I ask Brunt why she chose to work on platypus. 

“Because I’m nuts!” she quips. Then she says: “I first went out volunteering on platypus fieldwork in 2014 in the Grampians. When you’re up close and personal with one for the first time…. I held this little female and I just had a moment. I was like wow, this is it.”

I know what she means. It’s one thing to read about platypus — their weird bills and spurs and all the rest — but it’s another thing to see one up close. They’re as endearing as they are bizarre; special, in a way that I just can’t quite put my finger on. 

And hopefully, with Brunt’s help, Brisbane’s platypus will be here for a long time to come. 

Read more about the threats facing platypus here.

Justine E. Hausheer

Justine E. Hausheer is an award-winning science writer for The Nature Conservancy, covering the innovative research conducted by the Conservancy’s scientists in the Asia Pacific region. She has a degree from Princeton University and a master's in Science, Health, and Environmental Reporting from New York University. Justine's favorite stories take her into pristine forests, desolate deserts, or far-flung islands to report on field research as it's happening. When not writing, you can find her traipsing after birds, attempting to fish, and exploring the wild places around her home in Brisbane, Australia. More from Justine

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4 comments

  1. This is so cool. I just increased my platypus knowledge many times over. We don’t have them in Texas, USA:(

  2. What a pleasure to read!
    Bless their little hearts – and those of the researchers working to save them.

  3. Thank you for sharing ….a wonderful article on a very special little creature. Keep up the good work.

  4. A huge ‘thank you’ to all three researchers and a young platypus fellow for this wet, frigid adventure and for inspiring us to appreciate and work to save Mother Earth’s beings .