Poking about under the small clump of trees on my block, I was pointing up into the skinniest Casuarina to show a visiting weed controller where the Frogmouth nest was.
‘Well, there’s two up there now’, he said.
At first all I could see were two odd shapes against the light.
When I moved around the tree to the better, non-backlit side, there they were– unmistakably two Frogmouths playing at dead branches.
Of course I went for the camera, as its zoom enables me to see so much better. Aren’t they beautiful close up?
Are these are the grown siblings come back to their birthplace, albeit in a different fork of that tree, or one of them and a parent, or the two original parents?
Whatever they are, I am thrilled to have them back!