In the cold freshness of the desert dawn, pied butcherbirds, white-plumed honeyeaters, and yellow-throated miners serenaded Vilis and me into wakefulness in the campground at Trephina Gorge. In the ni...
Stepping outdoors in Alice Springs this morning was like arriving in Australia all over again – different climate, different topogropahy, different flora and fauna. Unknown bird songs filled the air...
This morning while striding briskly alongside the golf course, I noted peaceful doves foraging on the ground and crested pigeons perched on overhead wires, the former species one of the most common bi...
Before dawn’s first light, Vilis and I arose from our bed, breakfasted, and then, with the sun creeping above the horizon as a huge red ball, drove to Ross River Dam, where we joined the Townsvi...