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 ...
After the chill of the night, which reached a low of 5.7ºC in the Lake St. Clair campground, Vilis and I warmed ourselves with a hot porridge breakfast and set a brisk pace up through the black peppe...
