Kookaburras – Voices of Dawn and a Nation

Hid by tattered shreds of night, laughing kookaburras regaled the coming dawn with maniacal chortles and guffaws masquerading as territorial vocalizations. In the wildness of their sounds, I heard com...

Notes from The Common

In the freshness of a winter morning, I ran in shorts and singlet beside the golf course and into Bicentennial Park, revelling in the cool air and the sounds of a North Queensland dawn. Winter here is...

The Lure of Paluma

There’s something about the rainforests of Paluma that draws us back again and again. The wild tangles of vegetation. The vines that Vilis loves. The suite of birds so different from those of To...

Queensland’s Horticultural Industry and Glimpses into the Life of a Veggie Picker

Since Janis has been working out of Bundaberg as a vegetable picker, Vilis and I have received various intriguing comments from him: “I will never look at a zucchini the same again. We also did ...