In still-dim light just past dawn, I cycled the parkway to Aplin’s Weir, revelling in my freedom of motion and in the chorus of birdsong awakening the city of Townsville. Magpie geese honked nas...
I saw my first pheasant coucal in January in Townsville, running along the top of a wooden, back-yard fence under an orange-flowering poinciana tree, its long tail like a wedding train behind it. Soon...
