The Southern Boobook was enjoying the post-dawn sunshine, perched at the darkened ‘entrance’ of an old tank stand. Not sure how my eye was drawn to the bird when I first spotted it, some fifty metres distant. It was scanning the ground intently, in front of its lookout – I suspect it was hoping for another mouse before ‘bed’.
The beautiful creature tolerated me as I made a careful approach until I was almost within touching distance.
I returned later in the day. The owl was gone, but had left behind a worn primary feather. A close up view of the feather shows fringes, like the teeth of a comb. This adaptation softens the flow of air over the feathers when the owl is in flight, helping absorb noise that might alert potential prey.
Wonderful Geoff!
Just fantastic shots, thank you, Geoff.
Joolee
Indeed, wonderful.
I had a similar experience with a couple of baby kookaburras at Mt Martha at Easter. One very quiet and well coiffured one was joined by a sibling who had a distinct crew cut and was very vocal. Both let me approach to within a couple of feet for a photo. I didn’t try to go any further though I was tempted to try and stroke the nearest one.
I’m not sure I can download it.