As the Crow Flies

Roger Deakin
Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees

‘Suppose you couldn’t see a single tree. How would you find water?’ I asked Latz and Albrecht. ‘You would have to kill a wallaby or something, rub the meat with plenty of salt and stake it out. You can always find salt in the desert. Then you hide up and watch. Sooner or later a crow comes down and gorges itself on the salted meat. The salt makes it thirsty, so it flies off to the nearest waterhole. Crows always fly in a straight line. You follow, keeping to that line. Eventually you’ll find water.’

Latz is Peter Latz, the author of Bushfires and Bush Tucker: Aboriginal Plant Use in Central Australia.

And so for day 2543

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