I didn’t realise they could fly… By Malia

I gazed up into the branches,watching a kaka bury its egg into a beech trunk. She crouched over her eggs, hers wings spread like a shield. It sat for a moment, before twirling around, glaring up down the tree. A second later, a stoat came running out darting up the tree, the kaka gave a cry and charged. Calmly the stoat dodged and darted through the opening. My chest thudded I wanted to help but my feet felt cemented to the ground. It seemed the kaka already knew she had lost. Unable to watch the egg being devoured, she spread her wings, escaping into the sky. Startled, I looked up, and thought, “I didn’t realise they could fly…”