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.