From an hour past dawn until near dusk, Vilis and I drove the Bruce Highway, that long coastal road tracing the eastern shore of the state of Queensland. Near Bundaberg, the coastal plain supported a ...
Needing an antidote to yesterday’s long hours spent cramped in a car, Vilis and I strolled for much of the morning in Bundaberg’s Queens Park adjacent to the Burnett River. Sunshine wash...
I am very myopic, but yesterday morning I went walking in the Ross River Parkway without my glasses. Why? Because I was, quite truthfully, tired of looking for birds. In particular, I was tired of l...
Anhingas. Darters. Snakebirds. Related to cormorants, these fish-hunters, when perched with wings outstretched, epitomize the sleek beauty of avian art. Forget their seemingly inconcongruous but highl...