umbekahli and Skye peer into my treehouse, the pair of gangly giraffes coquettishly fluttering their long lashes. The Molonglo River meanders below, and the dusk sky is aflame with pastel pinks, orange and crimson. I don’t need to close my eyes to imagine I’m on safari in Kenya or Botswana – the scene is unfolding right before me. But I am, in fact, on the outskirts of
