At daybreak I walked in drizzle, the nagging calls of little corellas picking holes in the air. House sparrows chirped cheerfully, and a female eastern koel – her plumage all speckled brown and barr...
This morning, while I walked in Townsville’s Bicentennial Park, the sun rose above city and Ross River as an eye-searing ball of molten gold. Before noon, I rushed outdoors to snatch laundry off...
Again last evening, the sound of steady rain lulled me to sleep, as did soothing melodies sung by frogs ensconced in our yard. I’ve identified only three frog species – green tree frog, orna...
This morning, as I strolled the Ross River Parkway in Townsville, poincianas painted scarlet onto feathery green, and huge, bare sandbars lay exposed in the river. Clouds brooded overhead, only fragil...