While darkness still lay thick on Townsville, I rose from sleep and began to systematically clean and tidy the entire house, like a male great bowerbird straightening his bower and rearranging its dec...
Under the bald North Queensland sun, I quickly strode the half dozen blocks to the post office, pausing to drink in the sight of rainbow bee-eaters basking in morning sun and pondering the significanc...
Clear sky, mellow cricket songs, and the rousing “chow-chow-chows” and rollicking warbles of a male chowchilla blasting at high volume in the rainforest behind our Paluma Dreaming unit gre...
With the sky a mix of sun and cloud above us on this ANZAC Day, Vilis and I headed north from Townsville along the Queensland coast. When discussing possible excursions for the weekend, Vilis had told...