This evening, as the light of day withdrew, an Australian magpie sang its mournful carol, bush stone-curlews wailed their despairing cries on the golf course, and flocks of little corellas nagged and ...
Warm wind caressed my bare legs as I walked past the golf course, the sun’s rays still at burning intensity even though dusk would fall within an hour. The practice lawn was littered with golf b...
