Dale Edwards fled abuse and violence in NZ 40 years ago, and has rediscovered his humanity in giving animals another chance at life
At 6.21am, they arrive.
From nowhere, the birds churn up the morning calm – 200 or so flapping wings chaotically pounding the air on the small central Sydney balcony. Just inside the sliding door, Snowy, a little corella whose shrill call sounds like a 1990s telephone, has quietened down: the pigeons have heeded his call.
