This morning while I cycled in the Ross River Parkway, sleek, long-winged welcome swallows and richly-hued rainbow bee-eaters swooped and raced over the lawns, a long-tailed pheasant coucal flew to a ...
At 5:30 a.m., with the tropical dawn chorus in full swing, Vilis and I crawled out of our sleeping bags, enticed by the two-hour cruise of the Daintree River awaiting us. A pheasant coucal added its v...
In brilliant morning sunshine, I cycled into Annandale and crossed the pedestrian bridge at Aplin’s Weir to loop back to our home. The parkway lawns and the landscape of savannah woodland surrou...