Ross River Meatworks and Queensland’s Pineapple Industry

Tempted outdoors by fresh air and the dawn chorus, I cycled over the Bowen Road bridge and into Idalia, passing kookaburras perched silently on wires above the river, scanning the mudflats and river f...

Townsville Owls and a Golden Orb Web Spider

Silence, I have discovered, is a rare commodity in the tropical night. With the passing of the Wet, frog operas have ceased, and thus, the dark hours are starker, no longer vibrating with wild rain-wo...

Birdwings and Bettongs

When visiting the Melbourne Museum last month, I was mesmerized by the gorgeous butterfly displays. I stared longingly at brilliant green and black male birdwings and thought If only… This morning, ...

Beneath Hill 60

At dawn, I pedaled hard for five kilometres to the Nathan Street bridge, and then home again, thinking of the beacon shining at the end of what would be long and intense day of writing. That beacon wa...