Aussie Mammal Mugshots

I stole quietly into Townsville’s tropical dawn, the songs of a brush cuckoo and olive-backed oriole drawing me forth, the two vocalizations so different yet now so familiar – the brush cuckoo...

Sugarcane Sorrows

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 ...

Aussie Tracks

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 ...

Tropical Ruminations

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...