In the thick heat of early morning, I briskly walked Townsville’s Ross River Parkway, my ears readjusting to the sounds of east coast dry tropics bird life, after having focused so intently on t...
Utterly weary of heat, of the intense Australian sun, and of – dare I say it! – birding, I holed up in our shaded rental house with the air conditioning on and finished reading a novel before reco...
As a birder, shorebirds are my nemesis. My discomfort with them is exceeded only by my even greater discomfort with seabirds. When it comes to the latter, I generally cringe or run in terror, although...
Vilis and I departed Mount Isa in fresh early morning, embarking on our second day of determined driving toward Townsville from Alice Springs and the Red Centre beneath absolutely clear, cloudless sky...