The squabbling screeches of feeding bats woke me in the dark of 5 a.m., at which time I also heard the wails of bush stone-curlews pealing out into the long mid-May night. An hour later, darkness lift...
Caught in a cold snap that has dropped minimum temperatures as low as 16°C during the past two weeks, Townsville brooded under heavy cloud while I ran in the Ross River Parkway this morning. A cool b...
There was something about this morning’s fresh autumn air made me want to ride hard, to explore places I’d never been. To that end, I cycled into the Ross River Parkway and headed for Pioneer Park...
A Mennonite preacher I once knew described Sunday as a day for worship, rest, and play. I would add another item to the list. Birding. Or, to make it more general, exploring nature. After a quick brea...