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It’s 10.30 pm, and Sarah and I are about to head off to bed, when we hear a soft thump on the window pane.
From experience we know that a sound like this can only be made by either a large moth attracted by our house lights, or more excitingly, an owl hunting them. On past occasions we have found a Barn Owl outside picking off a Bogong Moth, and on another found a tiny Owlet Nightjar perched on the window ledge, peering in our bedroom window at us.
It is such a rare treat to see these nocturnal birds, so we are keen to see what may have made this noise.
Opening the door, we cautiously move outside, scanning the ground but see nothing nearby. We are about to head back inside when Sarah whispers; “Don’t move! …”
Perched atop the garden umbrella next to me is a Tawny Frogmouth, Podargus strigoides. If I reached out I could almost touch it. It sits alert and unfazed, its yellow eyes glowing in the gloom, as we back off to get torches and camera.










