Chapter 28
Mel pulled Huey from his hollow log. ‘Lucky last.’
Kim reached over and stroked the quoll’s soft fur. Huey craned his neck towards her and hissed, his mouth gaping impossibly wide. ‘How old do they have to be before we can release them?’
‘At least a year,’ said Mel. ‘Old enough to have a fighting chance against predators. The zoo let seven young quolls go at Devil Falls last year. They were wearing tracking collars. Cats killed five of them within a month.’
A year. Kim watched as Mel deftly measured and weighed the feisty quoll. She’d grown very fond of her rare charges. It saddened her to think she would not be there to see them released.
‘You’ve done a wonderful job with them,’ said Mel, putting Huey back in his log. ‘He’s put on three hundred grams since I last weighed h
