This morning, the Ross River lay like satin painted in shades of sky and trees, its surface faintly rippled by gentle breeze and the movements of water birds – magpie geese, Pacific black ducks, egr...
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...
