"My first morning in Tampa and I was parked at the kitchenette, groggily gnawing a wedge of grapefruit, the phone on its second ring. Francesca had ro...sed me early, flipping back the sheets as she chattered off an itinerary for our day. I was still half asleep and the grapefruit was very tart. The telephone rang again."Lenore, get that!" Francesca called in from the bedroom again."Hello," I said, stretching over to pluck up the receiver."Fran there?" A man's voice; rough and impatient."I'll get. "Do you hear something?" Carl asked as he stood up and started lookingaround."Heh, those rangers don't have you spooked do they buddy?" Don snickered and poked the fire."No, listen, I hear a humming noise. Don't you hear it?" Hmm, now that you mention it, yes. Some kind of buzzing and it is coming from ... " Don turned slowly then pointed up into the old oak they had set up their tents next to.As they both looked up they could see a number of small red lights Swirling around up in tree.. She got up and opened her window, then proceeded to the wash basin to freshen up. After putting on a clean green dress and tucking her unruly hair into a modest bun, Elizabeth made her way downstairs. In the rustic kitchen she saw her mother, Martha Winshaw, plucking the feathers from a chicken, already preparing for lunch. ‘Good morning, dear,’ Mrs. Winshaw said, barely raising her eyes from the task at hand. ‘Eat you something, girl, then get to the market. You and your brother need to sell. “Was that Bunjil?” Tessa asked when he returned. “I saw him come closer and then fly away.”“Yes. He said we should walk to Pipeline Road.”“OK. You fetch the swags, I’ll gather everything else. May I keep a piece of the emu shell?”“Of course. And the other pieces can just be left. They are a part of nature.” They packed and re-rolled the swags and a few minutes later they were walking up the slight slope. There was a certain amount of fondling and kissing so that it took over an hour to reach.