Australian Barossa Red

In the light of early morning, leaves and twigs lay strewn on the golf course lawn beneath a fig tree, evidence of a feeding binge by red-tailed black-cockatoos. At a street corner, a kookaburra, blue...

Land Clearance in Australia

At 5:50 a.m., I felt like a secret wrapped in darkness, the wild screams of kookaburras and wails of bush stone-curlews crying out There she is! There she is! while black flying foxes overhead echoed ...

Wombats, and the Movie ‘The Tracker’

While Townsville stewed in morning showers and downpours, I continued catching up blog posts from our Victoria/Tasmania trip and investigated wombats. Last evening, I signed out two wombat-related pri...

A Confusion of Seasons

At 6 a.m., my bicycle lights flashed white and red into the Queensland twilight as I rode to the fitness track. There, I sat up and chinned up, and swung and rotated hips while dawn swept in with clea...