I need a python. A big one. And a wild one. I want it to assume residence on my roof and eat every possum within sight or smell so I can sleep. The past few nights in our rental house have been like l...
Hid by tattered shreds of night, laughing kookaburras regaled the coming dawn with maniacal chortles and guffaws masquerading as territorial vocalizations. In the wildness of their sounds, I heard com...
In the freshness of a winter morning, I ran in shorts and singlet beside the golf course and into Bicentennial Park, revelling in the cool air and the sounds of a North Queensland dawn. Winter here is...
There’s something about the rainforests of Paluma that draws us back again and again. The wild tangles of vegetation. The vines that Vilis loves. The suite of birds so different from those of To...