This morning, a rising tide of corella voices lifted against the dawn as a I cycled past the golf club, my garage-sale bicycle granting me greater freedom to explore the river park. Cockatoos, corella...
This morning, when I began my running/walking at 5:35 a.m., city street lights still shone and the first cars were arriving at the golf club. I looked for bats flying east after their nightly foray fo...
In the early morning light, when I set off from our new residence to sample the birding in Rosslea, it seemed as though giants guarded the corner of our street. One was a huge paperbark tree shedding ...
When I left Richard’s at 5:40 a.m. for my last run/walk in the park near his house, the air was already hot. It grew hotter still when the sun lifted above the horizon, a threatening ball of ora...