Face-to-Fuzz: A Visitor’s Guide to Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary

The first thing you notice at Bonorong is how quiet the wildlife can be until it chooses not to be. You step through a gate framed by eucalyptus and the suburban hum of Hobart falls away; in its place come the small, insistent sounds of a sanctuary doing its work—soft thumps from a wombat tunnel, the impatient clicking of a kookaburra, a wallaby nose probing the air like a curious child. The animals move on their terms here: kangaroos approach with careful confidence, wombats shuffle like squat old men, and Tasmanian devils—compact, muscular, theatrically vocal—announce themselves when they want attention.