I’m standing here in the wind tying a blanket around the cage as a barrier. She’s breathing these laboured heaves.
On the phone waiting for the local ranger. I’m on hold. There’s that standard wait time music. Chilled ambient sounds.
How surreal. Under other circumstances I’d be bopping. Now I’m just stunned.
I really feel like a city kid now. A city kid with an Akubra and Redbacks on trying to act like a country gal with a sharpened Baccarat knife from the kitchen in my hand because we don’t have proper knives at the ready — ready for this type of business.