“I’m a drover, right? I move the cattle from A to B. Allright, I work on commission. No man hires me; no man fires me. Everything I own I can fit in my saddlebag, which is the way I like i...
In mid-morning, I cycled to the Ross River Bush Gardens simply to feel my legs pedaling and see what was out in the world. I observed no new bird species, but contentedly listed my familiar avian acqu...
In the darkness before dawn, kookaburras guffawed a ribald greeting to the day, their wild laughter soon joined by the medodic questioning of pied currawongs. While breakfasting on hot, sweet porridge...
After an early morning encore visit to Hundred Mile Swamp – the wetland alive with bird song and macropods, yet serene – we devoted the remainder of the day to Undara’s volcanic features. A ...