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...
Under a mid-morning mix of cloud and sun, Vilis, Janis, and I drove north from Townsville through open savannah woodland and fields of sugarcane to Ingham, and then headed west toward Girringun Nation...
