Bush Stone-curlew
In the Townsvillian nights, haunting wails frequently tear the darkness, causing my vivid imagination to envision ghostly figures demented by losses too great to bear crying out to the world in distre...
Bush Stone-curlew Beauty
Today, for the first time, I became frustrated with rainbow lorikeets. There were simply too many racing across the sky above Townsville. They flocked into flowering gums and paperbarks, their shril...