We expected many things to be different from Canada when we went to Australia; we expected that it would be hot and humid, that there would be colourful birds and palm trees, and that people would spe...
Jolted from sleep by our 4:30 a.m. alarms, Vilis and I were nonetheless striding up the Castle Hill road by 5:15 a.m., our leg muscles stretching out the stiffness resulting from yesterday’s bushwal...
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...
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 ...