My eagle-eyed parents, on a drive, happened to spot a tawny frogmouth making its home up a telephone pole.
When I drove past a week or so later it was to discover that it was actually home to a family of not just two but, if you look closely, three.
It’s not the place I would have picked for a home if I was a tawny frogmouth (they typically roost in eucalypts where they are well camouflaged), but it seemed to be working for them. A week or two later, however, they appeared to have abandoned this site, hopefully for something more comfortable and better hidden.
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