I stole quietly into Townsville’s tropical dawn, the songs of a brush cuckoo and olive-backed oriole drawing me forth, the two vocalizations so different yet now so familiar – the brush cuckoo...
Light cloud blanketed the sky over Townsville as I walked within Bicentennial Park early this morning, listing all the birds I saw and heard. As I did so, it occurred to me that Australia’s bird...
At dawn, moisture dripped onto our tent in a campground in the village of Eungella beyond the borders of Eungella National Park. Not rain, the drips spilled from tree leaves above, fallen accumulation...
