As the sun went down, we all gathered around the fire. The dancers called the birds, sulphur-crested cockatoos and bats with their voices and the birds became the humans, and they came to join the corroboree with their songs and shapes. The animals became one with the humans. The animals called to the spirit of the land and they bound together. A perfect symbiosis of human-animal and they were one in their joy and grief, the two inseparable. In their solidarity, they knew the land was theirs ...