At dawn, moisture dripped onto our tent in a campground in the village of Eungella beyond the borders of Eungella National Park. Not rain, the drips spilled from tree leaves above, fallen accumulation...
From an hour past dawn until near dusk, Vilis and I drove the Bruce Highway, that long coastal road tracing the eastern shore of the state of Queensland. Near Bundaberg, the coastal plain supported a ...
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...
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...