A First (and Last) Taste of Cricket

Until this afternoon, I knew nothing about cricket. I had listened to excited ABC sports reporters refer to centuries and overs and wickets, but hadn’t a clue what those terms meant. Today, howe...

Townsville Winter Morning

It is said that a picture speaks a thousand words; therefore, I let this picture speak for me. I title it simply Winter Morning in Townsville.   Today’s birds: Australian magpies, rainbow l...

Townsville, A Military City

I wore a light sweater to ward off the distinct chill of this Dry Tropics winter solstice morning as I cycled to Gleeson’s Weir in search of freshies – that is, freshwater crocodiles. I hoped ...

Kookaburras, and Dingoes by Night in Western Australia

Western Australia, Day 18 The crazed laughter of kookaburras soared into the dawn air, the particular group in my neighbourhood singing a maniacal song of territorial defence.1 Kookaburras maintain pe...