Claire Saxby

In a high tree fork, a grey ball unfurls. It's time for young Koala to leave his mother. Good luck, little Koala, you'll have many adventures finding a new home.

Can you see her? There - deep in the stretching shadows - a dingo. Her pointed ears twitch. Her tawny eyes flash in the low-slung sun. Dingo leaves her sleeping pups with her mate and lifts her head to smell the air. Dusk is a busy time - the time for hunting. Softly and fleetly she runs through the forest, past a possum, a wombat, and kangaroos in the gully below. Now she climbs to the highest point and sniffs again, locating the scent of rabbits...