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 ...
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...
Western Australia, Day 16 Townsville: In midmorning, while en route to the Aitkenvale branch of the city library, I cycled past a row of paperbark trees alongside the Ross River. Trunks of some of the...
Western Australia, Day 11 Townsville: Three weeks after checking out the birding at the Townsville Town Common Conservation Park, I returned to the Common at dawn and joined members of the Townsville ...