Hid by tattered shreds of night, laughing kookaburras regaled the coming dawn with maniacal chortles and guffaws masquerading as territorial vocalizations. In the wildness of their sounds, I heard com...
Since Janis has been working out of Bundaberg as a vegetable picker, Vilis and I have received various intriguing comments from him: “I will never look at a zucchini the same again. We also did ...
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...
Needing an antidote to yesterday’s long hours spent cramped in a car, Vilis and I strolled for much of the morning in Bundaberg’s Queens Park adjacent to the Burnett River. Sunshine wash...