Wings
The afternoon sunlight cast long shadows across the dry, yellow grass. The
gum trees swayed like elegant dancers, graceful but proud. The farm was
warm with life, home to creatures aplenty. Several goats grazed contentedly.
Further along the road, a silver ute rumbled along, preparing to arrive home.
To the occasional visitor, the house was calm and peaceful. Light gleamed off
of the large metal equipment, the loud but powerful dirt bikes, quad bikes
stronger than steel, and the large orange beast of a tractor, used to help
maintain the property. The deck was made of well-worn wood and gladly
welcomed many people and animals to its sunlit surface.
Towards the top right corner of the deck lay a dog bed, as dark as the sky at
night. Laying on the bed was a majestic brown dog. She dozed in a dreamless
sleep, not unlike a bear hibernating. She awoke at once to the sound of
trembling gravel. Her owners! She stood still as a statue, focused entirely on
her owners, unaware of the heroic deed she would soon commit.
At the sound of her owners, the brown dog immediately leapt down the steps,
landing gracefully on her paws before continuing her race up the driveway.
The metal gate gave a loud creak as one of her humans closed it. She was
about to continue running when something stole her attention. A low, pitiful
squawk. The dog looked around and for a moment, but her curious, darting
eyes couldn’t find a place to rest. She then heard another sound: the loud,
frenzied flapping of desperate wings. The dog turned her head towards the
sound and discovered a small white bundle, helpless on the gravel. She saw
its flapping wings and recognised it as a bird. It was only a young one, she
guessed, that had fallen from its nest high up in the treetops.
The dog walked slowly towards the bird, creeping with caution. Despite her
efforts to minimise alarm, the dog’s approach triggered squawks of terror from
the bird. The flapping of its wings grew faster and louder. The brown dog could
see why this young creature was so afraid of her. She gave the bird a soft sniff
for comfort and calm - she was friendly. The bird relaxed slightly. The dog was
about to give it another sniff when she realised that the silver ute was charging
down the driveway right towards the gravel where she and the bird were
becoming acquainted! If she didn’t do something, the bird would be run over!
The bird's fearful flapping started up again, and its squawks were deafening.
The ute was nearly upon them. The brown dog whined in fear. Instinctively,
she crouched on top of the bird protectively, defending it but not touching it.
She didn’t know why, but she knew that she would protect this bird even if she
died doing it. She kept her position, hoping the bird would survive, waiting for
the harsh bump of the ute running into her... but the blow didn’t come.
She looked up, and to her surprise her owner stepped out of the car. The
female human looked concerned. She reached out her hand to the dog. The
dog gazed at her human, before standing up straight and stepping away from
the bird. Her owner looked at the small thing for a moment, before picking it up
and cradling it in her arms. The other humans jumped out of the ute, crowding
around the female human with the bird. The smallest human patted the dog on
the head, before turning back towards the others. The brown dog sat down
and panted, exhausted from crouching so long. Her owners walked towards
the home, still fixated on the fluff and feathers now safe in their possession.
As the dog watched them go, her tail thumped the ground slowly.
By Isabelle (Issy) Richards