The air was thick with water, mosquitos everywhere eating us. The sun was pale at the Boondall Wetlands as we walked along a path that has been flooded recently after the heavy rains. Suddenly we saw her, the long awaited sighting has been finally accomplished. She soon realized we were watching her so she started 'being a branch'. The tawny, reddish colour of some feathers tells us it's a female. I wonder how many times we walked by a Tawny Frogmouth without seeing anything but being unwittingly watched.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
I rescued this little chick as he fell trapped through a hole between the rocks, although he seemed to be a bit weak he was able to run toward his mother who immediately took him under her wings. I was positive and hopeful since he didn't look too bad. I'm not sure how long he spent under those rocks in the sunshine without water. Unfortunately, the day after there were two chicks instead of three running about. As we all know, that's nature.