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Eating turtle
ONE NIGHT LATE in 2017, I knelt on a coral cay on the Great Barrier Reef, watching a green...
The secret to trout
Sitting with empty creels on the bright side of the water we believe there are no fish. Billy Hoops lands beers from the...
Every path tells
WHEN I WAS in my middle thirties, I abruptly abandoned a long-term relationship and impulsively moved from Sydney to...
River cities
EASTWOOD HAD NEVER liked storms. Not the Brisbane ones anyway, which didn’t so much pour as drop. He hadn’t liked...
Climate change, science and country
IT WOULD BE hard to hear a louder warning bell than the 2018 special report from the Intergovernmental Panel...
Shape-shift
In the light that steals across dead valleys like a shallow wave anything that lives has lost its solid presence the...
The storm
THE PASTURE IS dry. Dust on her boots, burrs in her socks, sweat under her breasts, neck, pits, crotch....
Transforming landscapes
I stood rooted to the ground, for I realised this almost certainly would have been the first time in 150 years of degrading European management that a reed-warbler had returned to this valley. The powerful song of that small bird became a metaphor of hope for me. It was a symbol of the power of regeneration and the capacity of self-organisation in a landscape. It was a living example of what could be achieved.
It’s scary but nobody cares
I’VE NEVER UNDERSTOOD why Australians bother with the drop bear myth. It’s like a morgue trying to freak out...
Ghost species and shadow places
Runner up for the Bragg/UNSW Press Prize for Science Writing Shortlisted for the Eureka Prize for Science Communication I WANT TO...
Autobiography
Come in, dead Emily. Judith Wright, ‘Rosina Alcona to Julius Brenzaida’ All these lines we funnel, have need of. The dead trouble...
Remaking nature
IN LATE 2014, Greg Roberts, a semi-retired journalist, was birdwatching along River Road in his local patch of Yandina...
