Those photos are blurrier than my eyesight.

If I squint and look at them I can see my long dead sister, Winnie, bless her soul. But what is she doing in the Tassie wilderness?

One would do no worse with wooden models in somebody’s backyard.  Completely unconvincing; who cares whether the target moved or not?  Photos are far too easy to fake, even good ones.  Show me a carcass or else go home.