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...
Determined to begin my week with a good bash of birding, I drove to the Ross River Dam early this morning. From atop the dam near the spillways, I looked out over Ross Lake to where distant ranges of ...
Nearly five months after Vilis and I bushwalked the first few kilometres of Alligator Creek Track under blistering sun in early February, vowing we would return and complete the hike in winter, we, al...