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 late afternoon, a flock of straw-necked ibises and a single Australian white ibis foraged on the golf course. The club’s grass is still sodden from heavy rains two days ago that fell in fits ...
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...
