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, Vilis parked the Kia in the SunFerries parking lot in Townsville, and we hoisted our backpacks onto our shoulders to set off for a long weekend exploration of Magnetic Island. The 20-m...
A full moon rode high in the sky this morning, as it did last evening when I strolled in the dark past the golf course and then alongside Bowen Road, looking and listening for nightlife. I spotted a c...
At 6:40 p.m., Vilis and I changed our clothes to go out on the town, hunting nightlife. We pulled on long pants and long-sleeved shirts and tucked flashlights into our pockets. A duet of barking owls ...