Chapter 15
Woorawa
Jake released the big black eagle into the aviary beside Aquila, under the watchful eye of a small boy. The boy didn’t come when his father called him, or when his family moved on to the next exhibit. The eagle hopped and flapped to the highest perch and stared at the sky. What a beauty. Where was Matt? It wasn’t like him to miss such an important arrival.
‘What’s his name?’ the boy asked Jake.
‘Woorawa. It’s an Aboriginal word for eagle.’
‘Woorawa,’ the boy repeated. ‘Why is he here?’
‘Hit by a car. Happens to a lot of them. You’d think people would be more careful.’
The boy nodded, never taking his eyes off the bird. ‘How old is he?’
‘Sorry, kid. I’ve got to go.’ Jake picked up his bucket of dead possums. ‘Why not ask him yourself?’
Jake smiled as he walked aw
