In the wake of the wildfires, she flew into our lives, injured and desperate for help. I set her free when she was healthy again but she wouldn’t give up on me
We call her Coffee Saint Clair.
She arrived one morning in 2020 as we were eating chocolate eclairs outside on our decking. We live in the “border zone” in New South Wales, a Unesco World Heritage area of forests and pockets of suburbia. The wildfires that ravaged more than 200,000 sq km of Australia had finally stopped burning and we were trying to pretend everything was back to normal.
