Muliyan Little Eagle nests upon the sacred site and sores high above the open woodland on the hillsides as the ancestor would over the terrain. Carved from the quiet strength of the sky, his wings are broad as the horizon, his eyes sharp as spear points, gliding in silence over the open plains.

Muliyan the Watcher embodies the Great Eagle Spirit, protecting and guiding along the Silver-Wattle-lined front. No frivolous flutterer, no silly bird splashed with the rainbow’s careless colours like the chattering lorikeets who danced in the gums, squawking secrets to the wind. No, not like them, Muliyan, carrying the Dreaming, soared silently when the world was shaped like laws from ancestors’ hands.

Muliyan the Eagle Totem, is a fitting visitor over the landscape of Silver Wattle. Muliyan does not cry out or flap in alarm; Muliyan watches in silence, his feathers etched with the silver light of the moon. His voice, connected to a distant time and place, can be heard on the breeze: ‘The land needs guidance’.

‘Together’,  Muliyan declares in his silent way, his gaze piercing the wattle’s heart, ‘we shall guard this place’. The Muyan (wattle) nodded its branches, releasing a fragrance that called to the ancestors. From Weereewa’s edge, where the lake’s waters lapped like ancient songs, they formed a sacred bond. The eagle’s guidance flowed through the wattle’s veins, teaching the people below how to observe without noise, protect without show, let lapping water dominate.

Descending like a shadow, alighting upon the dark resilient timber with pale streaks and with leaves like whispers of mist, this Silver Wattle is no ordinary tree; it is a Totem Sister, born from the earth’s own healing sap, blooming golden to mend the wounds of the world, after the flames.

The lake became their mirror, reflecting truths—its name, Weereewa (place of bad water), a reminder that even this water could nurture life if shared wisely.