The Silent Sentry

He sits still by day, a part of the tree that he calls home.  His eyes are closed as he prepares for the nightly hunt or mere slits to quietly watch the world through sleepy pupils. When he does look at you, it’s with piercing yellow eyes.

At night he waits.  He watches.  Silently.  You barely know he’s there…waiting for a scurry or a flutter…

The first time I realised that we had these residents in our garden was by hearing their distinctive call at dusk.

I was watering the garden and suddenly realised I could hear the deep, low oooom…ooooomm….oooooom coming from the nearby gum tree.  Upon closer inspection, there they were – a pair of Tawny Frogmouth birds.

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Daily Discoveries

Every day at White Stone Farm there is something new to discover.  Whether it’s an old garden bed, complete with fruit trees buried under monstrous weeds and years of neglect, or a new type of raptor soaring overhead, or a new animal that shares the property with us, there is always a little surprise and a daily discovery.

On this day it was the latter, a bundle of fluff in the garden.  One with a nocturnal nature, that you don’t often get to see and likely I would never have realised that we share our home and land with such a delicate creature.

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