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.