In the fresh light after dawn, Vilis and I set out to hike the Many Peaks Range, that short line of steep-sided, conical hills to the north of Townsville that we’d seen so often from various van...
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 ...
While Townsville stewed in morning showers and downpours, I continued catching up blog posts from our Victoria/Tasmania trip and investigated wombats. Last evening, I signed out two wombat-related pri...