In the fresh air past dawn I strode the parkway path into Bicentennial Park, chasing birds and fitness while the sun washed away grey light with its golden, cloud-sieved rays. Figbirds plucked berries...
At dawn, bush stone-curlews and masked lapwings stood silent and still, ghostly figures swathed in mist on the golf course. The rising sun shot golden shafts of light through the mist via gaps between...
Western Australia, Day 19 Townsville: Many times I’ve walked alongside the Ross River and been disappointed at its dearth of water birds on the river section that runs through Bicentennial Park. Not...
Western Australia, Day 13 Townsville: In brisk, cool air under a clear sky, I again strode to Bicentennial Park after dawn, marvelling at the chorus of bird song that emanated from street trees and th...