Just beyond sunrise, dew lay in shining throw rugs tossed over Townsville’s lawns and parkway, the sky above clear except for horizon-hugging clouds. To the north, white mounds of cumulus rose a...
At daybreak I walked in drizzle, the nagging calls of little corellas picking holes in the air. House sparrows chirped cheerfully, and a female eastern koel – her plumage all speckled brown and barr...
This is my week to play, to revisit old haunts, to embrace Townsville in a lingering smooch before Vilis and I head to Canberra to spend six days in the nation’s capital, and then are caught up ...
In a sultry morning flecked with spitting drizzle I walked the Ross River Parkway, the avian highlights for my efforts a trio of Nankeen kestrels in Bicentennial Park – the small raptors’s bac...