Soul Print

Originally published in Medical Observer

Excerpt

Humans are meant to leave only footprints in the remote wilderness of south-west Tasmania but they are not alone.

The wildlife expert leading our boat-based expedition around pristine Bathurst Harbour stops abruptly when he spots three huge raptor claws carved into the buttery sand along spectacular Stephens Bay.

“You rarely see a print like that: an eagle turning slightly and landing hard then walk-ing to food,” declares biologist Nick Mooney. He pokes at the nearby carcass of a little penguin with ribs splayed in a cavernous yawn of congealed blood. “Fresh dead and turned inside out like a sock,” he muses. “Insides tastier than oilskin.”

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