On Twitching

I am very myopic, but yesterday morning I went walking in the Ross River Parkway without  my glasses. Why? Because I was, quite truthfully, tired of looking for birds. In particular, I was tired of l...

The Art of Anhingas

Anhingas. Darters. Snakebirds. Related to cormorants, these fish-hunters, when perched with wings outstretched, epitomize the sleek beauty of avian art. Forget their seemingly inconcongruous but highl...

A Good Day for Predatory Birds

At dawn, bush stone-curlews and masked lapwings stood silent and still, ghostly figures swathed in mist on the golf course. The rising sun shot golden shafts of light through the mist via gaps between...

Looking Back at Six Months in Australia

Ground fog hung like silver mist over the Townsville Golf Course at dawn, the rising sun a smear of gold above it. The air smelled and felt cool and damp, like summer’s end in Nova Scotia. Today...