White Cockies and Riverway Birds

It seemed a gentle afternoon, the sweet cries of a toddler in a playground blending with the serenity of the Ross River lying still and placid beneath its lily pads and edgings of water hyacinth. Clou...

The Macropod-Human Interaction

There was something about this morning’s fresh autumn air made me want to ride hard, to explore places I’d never been. To that end, I cycled into the Ross River Parkway and headed for Pioneer Park...

Best of Times

While darkness still lay thick on Townsville, I rose from sleep and began to systematically clean and tidy the entire house, like a male great bowerbird straightening his bower and rearranging its dec...