Here are a few more of the many species of wildlife mentioned in the OUTLANDER books. (All pictures are from webshots.com.)
One hundred ten hippo--that was a lot of hippopotami, I thought, abstractedly envisaging herds of them marching down to the hollow, there they will wallow, in mud, glooooorious . . .
(From An Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 11 ("Transverse Lie"). Copyright© 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)
It had walked casually through the paddock fence, snapping the rails as though they were matchsticks, and stood now in the midst of the pumpkin patch by the house, vines jerking in its mouth as it chewed. It stood huge and dark and wooly, ten feet away from Jemmy, who stared up at it with round, round eyes and open mouth, his gourd forgotten in his hands.
(From The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 91 ("Domestic Management"). Copyright© 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)
"Ian," I said, taking refuge behind Jamie. "Call off your dog. Skunks are dangerous."
"They are?" Jamie turned a look of puzzlement on me. "But what--"
"Polecats only stink," I explained. "Skunks--Ian, no! Let it alone, and come inside!" Ian, curious, had reached out and prodded the skunk with his poker. The skunk, offended at this unwarranted intimacy, stamped its feet and elevated its tail.
(From Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 10 ("Jocasta"). Copyright© 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)
A pelican on the ground is a comical thing, all awkward angles, splayed feet, and gawky bill. A soaring pelican, circling over water, is a thing of wonder, graceful and primitive, startling as a pterodactyl among the sleeker forms of gulls and petrels.
(From Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 44 ("Forces of Nature"). Copyright© 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)
She was drawing back her arm to throw the hook again, when a sudden chorus of squeaks and hisses shattered the evening calm, and a stampede of beavers broke from cover, trundling down the opposite bank of the pond like a platoon of small, furry tanks. She stared at them open-mouthed, and took a step back in reflex.
(From A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 69 ("A Stampede of Beavers"). Copyright© 2005 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)
There was a small herd of manatees in the lagoon, big gray bodies gliding under the dark crystal water, rising gleaming like smooth, wet rocks. Birds were beginning to call in the trees near the house; besides this, the only sound was the frequent whoosh of the manatees' breath as they rose for air, and now and then an eerie sound like a hollow, distant wail, as they called to each other.
(From Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 59 ("In Which Much Is Revealed"). Copyright© 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)