Fly like an eagle

It was just five o'clock and the children's father poked his head into their tent and said, "Wake up sleepy heads. Today we go on our bushwalk."

A kookaburra was calling from a nearbye gum tree and Sam said, "Why are kookaburra's so noisy in the outback?"

But his sister Lucy didn't reply. She was already out of her sleeping bag and changing out of her pyjamas.

When they crawled out of the tent their parents were already sitting on their camp chairs and a billy was on the fire. The lid was rattling as puffs of steam came hissing out.

The kids grabbed their bowls of muesli and asked where they were going on their bush walk.

"Right up to the top of that mountain kids," said their dad.

"Right up to the top?" said Sam.

"Yep. There's a cave up there and I was told there's a special painting in the cave."

"Heh look at that bird flying around up there. Wish we could fly. It would be a lot quicker."

"I think it's a wedge tailed eagle. Come on if we hurry up it might still be flying around near the top of the mountain when we get up there," said their dad.


"Make sure you wash your plates and put them away," said their mum. "Dingos might come around the camp while we're away."

"Cool," said Sam.

"You wouldn't like it if a dingo licked your plate," said Lucy and she pointed her tongue at her brother.

"You wouldn't like it if a dingo bit your tongue off, ha!" said Sam.

"Mum, Sam said a dingo was going to bite my tongue off."

"Well what were you doing with your tongue at the time miss?"

"Nothing mum."

"She was. She was pointing her tongue at me."

"Come on you kids. Let's get up that mountain. Have you got your water bottles?"

They zipped up the tents, tipped some water on the fire and set off on their walk with Sam and Lucy in the lead as they jumped from rock to rock along the dry creek bed and then up the track towards the top of the mountain.

As they walked past a clump of spinifex they heard a hissing sound but it was only a blue tailed lizard.

"The track goes past those Ghost Gums kids," said their Dad.

"Ghost Gums, oooooooh, ooooooooh. I can see a ghoooooooost!" said Sam.

"No you can't," said Lucy, "but I can see something on the ground."

When they got up to it Lucy bent over and picked up a baby bird.



"Wow. What sort of bird is that Dad?"

"Mmmmm. Not sure kids. Look at it's beak though, it's bent. It could be a baby eagle."

They looked up and sure enough half way up the cliff above them was a nest of sticks.

"Oh, poor little eagle. Fell out of the nest did you? How are we going to get you back up there?" said Lucy.

"I could throw it up there," said Sam.



He took the little eagle in his two hands and threw it upwards as hard as he could. The little eagle sailed up towards the nest but only got half way there and started falling back down again.

"Catch it," called Lucy.

Their mum caught it in her hat.

"Oh, I wish we could fly we could fly up to that nest," said Lucy.

She had hardly got the words out and a wind began to blow around the mountain side, stronger and stronger it blew.



"Hold on," called their dad but before anyone could grab anything a sudden gust of wind blew them up into the air up towards the nest, so close they could drop the baby eagle into the nest as they flew past.




Higher and higher they went until as the wind slowed down they landed right on top of the mountain, right outside a cave.

"Wow! That was fun!" said Sam. "Hey, look inside this cave."

On the cave wall was a painting of a large bird, an eagle, and as they stared at it, do you know what, the eagle in the painting winked at them.







"It knew. It knew we were trying to help the baby eagle," said Lucy.

"Come on you kids, we had better walk down this mountain," said their dad.

















It took them a bit longer than it did to fly up the mountain but, as they walked past the eagle's nest, the mother eagle was perched on the edge with a dead rat in its beak. They watched as the eagle tore off bits of dead rat and fed it to the little one.


"Oh that's gross."

"No that's cool."





"Come on let's get back to the tent, I'm hungry," said their mum.

That night they had a great story to tell their grand parents when they rang them on the satellite phone.

Created by Daryll Bellingham with Years PVP / PJE as part of the 2011 Belmont State School Literary Festival.

© 24th November, 2011.