This morning, a blustery wind on the heels of rain shoved me with a breathy hand as I rode the parkway to James Cook University in an open-ended search for birds. I came away with a somewhat startling...
This morning, the Ross River lay like satin painted in shades of sky and trees, its surface faintly rippled by gentle breeze and the movements of water birds – magpie geese, Pacific black ducks, egr...
A brief downpour awakened me in early morning’s darkness, its thrumming on the metal roof persistent, yet somehow comforting. A few minutes later, my 5 a.m. alarm rang, jolting me into groggy ac...
In the darkness of 5 a.m., Vilis and I rose from our bed, packed gear for an outing, and drove north from Townsville on the Bruce Highway, our destination the cassowary hotspot centred on Mission Beac...