Stories


Tiago Miranda
... there it was, the baby red wattle bird, perched firmly on a small twig where mom first left it.

Kevin Purdy
Yes, there was a Brush-turkey in the backyard. We were both stunned, it’s impossible! We exclaimed, how the hell did it get here?

Tiago Miranda
The root flair seems to accommodate me really well. I didn’t leave anytime soon.

Lucy Watson
Now that spring is underway the birds have stopped visiting, and the Buttercup is again a lush green carpet dotted with hundreds of little yellow flowers.

June Rubis
We stared at each other, unblinking. And it seemed for a moment that the borders between my past and present, collapsed and I was home again once more.

Glenn Smith
The smaller male catches prey and brings it to the larger female. This series of photos shows the exchange taking place. Plus, some activity to ensure the continuation of the species.

Sarah McNeill
Then a ladybird appeared and settled herself onto the page of my book. So tiny and perfect. I was lost in the moment as I gazed at her intricate beauty.

