A sound reaches me through the forest. It taps into my soul until my body and mind become fully alert to the screeching. The shrill sound bounces off the charred trunks of Banksia and Xanthorrhoea. Like a war cry of an ancient army advancing through the forest. This is sacred land.
History
Citation
Eriksen, C. (2013). War cry. Current Conservation, 7 (1), 36-37.