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...
In mid-morning, I cycled to the Ross River Bush Gardens simply to feel my legs pedaling and see what was out in the world. I observed no new bird species, but contentedly listed my familiar avian acqu...
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...
This morning, while Vilis and Janis cycled the rough overgrown track along the base of the Many Peaks Range, I quickly checked out the Townsville Town Common Conservation Park wetlands, forest, and fr...