We are camped just north of Rockhampton, just off the Bruce Highway. It’s down near a scrubby gully that sings with birdsong in the dawn, but close enough to the highway to hear the hum and grumble of truck exhaust brakes overnight. The entire aural composition is punctuated by a rooster, hidden from view, whose …
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