Another morning in the National Park camp ground at Woody Head in NSW, I wake up to the sound of something being dragged across the ground. We have been warned about goannas (that’s a bloody big lizard, for the uninitiated) in the National Park but they didn’t tell us about the ingenuity of the Brush Turkeys. This busy little guy has pulled our rubbish bag out of the bucket and he is dragging it around and pecking at the plastic trying to get the food scraps out.