Cane Toad Explosion and Bowerbird Toys

Early this morning beside a drying wetland in the Townsville development of Fairfield Waters, lawns and beds of wood-chips squirted frogs – hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions of frogs. At first, ...

Ross River, Low Tide

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...

Return to the Sultry Tropics

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...

Alice in the Rain

In the darkness before dawn, rain like none Vilis and I had heard since the depths of the Wet pounded down onto the metal roof of our rental house. In first light, I saw flooded raised beds and patios...