This morning I awoke with my head filled with images of my Nova Scotia flower beds, and of homegrown, organic fruits and vegetables harvested fresh from my gardens. Perhaps subconsciously inspired by ...
Within Townsville, the Ross River curves and twists like a serpent seeking the ocean. Its edges are bordered with the lush green of the river parkway, and its waters neatly divided into fresh and brac...
Utterly weary of heat, of the intense Australian sun, and of – dare I say it! – birding, I holed up in our shaded rental house with the air conditioning on and finished reading a novel before reco...
In late afternoon, a flock of straw-necked ibises and a single Australian white ibis foraged on the golf course. The club’s grass is still sodden from heavy rains two days ago that fell in fits ...