From Townsville To Canberra

At 5:15 a.m. on a Sunday morning, my only companions on the Ross River Parkway were birds – peaceful doves, little corellas, rainbow lorikeets, mynas, stuttering white-gaped honeyeaters, shrill magp...

Sugarcane Sorrows

In the day’s first light, frog songs rolled into the new week in a tide of deep, rubber-band twangs, rough buzzes, and high, rolling trills. The past weekend in Townsville was balmy rather than ...