(by leaving your pack open on the ground. We were resting and talking outside a hut when a curious quoll approached us and our packs. Evan raised his camera to snap a photo and while he was distracted, it leapt into his open pack and dragged a bag of trail mix toward the bushes. Luckily, Evan is quick on his feet and willing to go toe-to-toe with small, cute, fuzzy animals.)
(by leaving your packs unattended and your pack zips easily accessible. Currawongs and ravens can undo backpack zips to help themselves to whatever suits. We’d dropped our packs on a platform before taking a three-kilometre side trip to a lake; we returned to find the zippers on our packs opened and pockets ransacked. Evan finally lost that bag of trail mix; it was ripped open and spread out on the trail. I didn’t have any food in my bag, but the birds left a present. Justin’s bag was explored but otherwise untouched.)
After six days’ walk and a ferry ride, we finally arrived at the Lake St. Clair visitor centre. Signs on the picnic tables exhorted us not to feed the animals, to let them find their own food.
Photo credits: Justin