Haunting, mournful and eerie are words often used to describe the night-time calls of the enigmatic curlew. It’s little wonder these birds are shrouded in myths about death and mourning.
I was sitting at my desk at home last week typing busily away when I became aware of a flurry of activity in the native cherry outside the window.
It’s very dry out our way now. Our garden has turned from every shade of green to every shade of green and brown.
The file here (1.4MB .pdf) is an article by Ian Miller of the Nothern Territory Government in 2004 describing the history and work of the NT Weeds Branch; I suspect its original purpose was as some sort of fu
From the archive...
What a great discovery.
From the archive...