Stories


Chris Caines
Staring into the back lawn while drinking morning coffee, the small area near the back step teems with the activity of a Bruegel painting.

Lani Crooks
Six thousand flying foxes are exiting the camp tonight, and it’s only the start of the season.

Graham Harkom
My new neighbourhood has its own hidden bird, the Nankeen Night Heron. A regular stream of humans pass unaware of its presence amongst the rotting bollards.

Brad Law
I don’t mind a game of tennis, especially at night when the inky darkness beyond the floodlights hides all sorts of creatures great and small

Valerie Atkinson
Sue got binoculars and a new, slower world opened up.

Robert Whiteley
The fauna that has been here for millennia has adapted and, in some cases, benefited from the farming environment.

David Hooper
I'm discovering the mini-beast kingdom...invertebrates...a world of wonders...colours, bizarre shapes & tiny faces.

Ron Haering
In the warmer months, they forage for pollen and nectar returning with two bright yellow bags of food tucked under their hind limbs.

