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...
Western Australia, Day 10 Townsville: A wedding party stood beneath the majestic rain trees at the corner of the Townsville Golf Club in late afternoon. The white-clad bride and her groom were small, ...
