A pair of Spring Tawnies last appeared in my Post The Waiting Branch when I discovered them in front yard trees. Tawny Frogmouths are often overlooked or unseen because of their branch-like camouflage and ability to stay still. So it is a privilege and a delight to find this pair – to observe their quietly steadfast nature, their watchful protection. And wonder, how many eggs are in that nest – one or two? Insulated from the growing heat, the first Spring storm by an owl-like bird “more closely related to nightjars”.
The larger, slightly russet male roosts daily on their nest – a handful of sticks resting on the flat fork of a branch in a paperbark tree, only four to five metres off the ground. The female – a silent sentinel – perches on one of a few favourite branches in a neighbouring tree .
I have watched the nest since its discovery and in the fourth week have been rewarded with the sight of a chick – like a cloud of fluff with a beak and an eye. Photographed below, mimicking Dad – tucked low under the Tawny’s wing, on the far side of the nest. And I wonder still, if there’s one chick or two?
I continue parking my car on the concrete driveway, almost under this tree – Tawny Dad doesn’t seem to mind. He watches, opens an eye, gives me the occasional nod. Days later, when I pull the keys from the ignition and look up – I’m being watched by a cloud of fluff – or two!
“Oh, hello there!”
Think I’ll call them, Cumulus and Nimbus!
©Annmarie Scott 2016
This Post was written in response to The Daily Post prompt: or