When Harry Saddler first encountered a quoll while camping as a boy, he was struck by the beauty of the timid creature who had emerged from the bush, sniffing for dinner. As Harry frantically snapped a photo, the agile-spotted quoll stole his fruitcake and disappeared into the undergrowth.



That blurry photo records the only time Harry would see a quoll in the wild. After years of habitat destruction, the species is now on the brink of extinction and Harry, contemplating fatherhood, aches for the absence of all the species lost to children born today.