In the day’s first light, frog songs rolled into the new week in a tide of deep, rubber-band twangs, rough buzzes, and high, rolling trills. The past weekend in Townsville was balmy rather than ...
This morning while I cycled in the Ross River Parkway, sleek, long-winged welcome swallows and richly-hued rainbow bee-eaters swooped and raced over the lawns, a long-tailed pheasant coucal flew to a ...
Again this morning, cloud blanketed the sky over Townsville, it grey denseness a welcome sight offering reprieve from the sun. The shapes of birds and messy, curved leaves of palm trees loomed stark a...
In the new light of 5:20 a.m., I strode toward the Sunrise Shopping Centre and its red metal Australia Post box to mail a pair of letters to Canada. Milky-blue, cumulus clouds billowed high to the s...