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...
Unexpectedly weary after our Alligator Creek Track bushwalk yesterday, Vilis and I dragged ourselves off to meet the Townsville birders for a morning excursion to Forestry Road, which leads from the s...
In the Ross River Parkway in Idalia, Australian magpies carolled loudly from atop a pair of tall gums that tossed twisted, kinked branches against the sky. Welcome swallows performed an avian Ballet o...
There are many days when I record birds in conjunction with other activities, much like eating a side dish of chips along with a hamburger. On other days, like today, I set out to spot and record as m...