Morning light lured me beyond the house walls, as though inviting me to dance with the dawn. I strode quickly to Bicentennial Park, spotting a sacred kingfisher sunning on a wire. Within the park, a m...
A full moon rode high in the sky this morning, as it did last evening when I strolled in the dark past the golf course and then alongside Bowen Road, looking and listening for nightlife. I spotted a c...
While darkness still lay thick on Townsville, I rose from sleep and began to systematically clean and tidy the entire house, like a male great bowerbird straightening his bower and rearranging its dec...
Clear sky, mellow cricket songs, and the rousing “chow-chow-chows” and rollicking warbles of a male chowchilla blasting at high volume in the rainforest behind our Paluma Dreaming unit gre...