So, settled in for daily look-in on Barking Owls and Tawny Frogmouths pairs that began breeding in late October. Tawny Frogmouth male sat in clear view from scores of walkers and drivers daily passing by in Cape Pallarenda Conservation Park. Female Barking Owl settled inside big hollow stump in Townsville Town Common Conservation Park, watched over by male. Weeks go by, tick males' presence each day. Day 50 comes and goes. Nothing changes at or near nests. Then it does. Male owl not on duty. Male frogmouth not on nest. Sneaky scrape on owl nest trunk. No female owl appears. Gone. Check all about frogmouth nest. Male on nearby branch. With female, suddenly there after 50 days unseen. No youngsters. Lesson? No sure things in nature. Better luck next year perhaps. Though owls have now failed three years running.
And there's Mr Frogmouth sitting stolidly on duty during his fruitless days under the baking sun.
And Mrs Frogmouth suddenly returned from who knows where to again sit beside her mate.
And two Barking Owls, one consistently failing to meet my eye since quitting watch over the nest.
And there's Mrs Owl, back in the days - and nights - of expectation.
So, to the pictures. There's me, out from behind binos. But beware. It's not the real me. Look closely, it's me flipped. Left is really right because picture is shot via mirror in local cemetery (no, I've no idea why toilet block has external mirror).
The birds just get on with life, the watcher feels an ironic and somewhat chastening hollowness.
