Thinking Ahead to Tassie

In the golden light of early morning, I ran and walked beside a river turned to amethyst and next to the lush green of the golf club, wherein plumed whistling ducks and little corellas called greeting...

A Bower, Black Saturday, and Black Flying Foxes

Early this morning, I rose from sleep and headed to the Ross River Parkway for a bash of birding, the highlight of which was sighting a great bowerbird – fawn-coloured with a brown, grey-scalloped d...

Brushtail Possum and the 2009 Australian Word of the Year

At dawn in the Ross River Parkway, white ibises were dim shapes feeding in sporadic drizzle, their black beaks shadowed curves. A sulphur-crested cockatoo squealed like an avian pig as it cruised low ...

Impressions of Townsville

On my morning run/walk, poinciana flowers were drenched flames strewn across dark pavement, and a black lab romped through pools of water adjacent to the path, enjoying the residue of last night’s d...