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A few weeks back, I was busy making pancakes for 25 surftrip-kids on a hotplate in the middle of the Wilsons Promontory National Park. Uneasy feeling. I was being watched.  Observed. We’re talking teen girls at boyband concert eye-balling. But the hung-over and tired wasn’t really paying any attention. Someone was lurking in trees.

Oh shit.. Kookaburra. I’m dead meat. They may seem cute and all but they fully qualify for the general cuddly-animal rule of Australia: “If it seems really cute, fluffy and all things with sugar on top - Run like hell.”

The cold war of the pancakes was on. Full stakes. Mutually Assured Destruction. These pancakes didn’t have surrender written  I did trash-talking, staring and the occasional move from Karate Kid II accompanied by my spatula.

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