It’s already been a big day at the lake, and now the owl whisperer is telling us about some more tawny frogmouths she has found. She gives us directions to a general area, though the actual location is somewhat vague and hard to find without a specific tree description. I wonder if she gets frustrated that others can’t see them—not like she can. We walk to the area she mentions—in the parklands by the dog exercise areas. My nephew and I walk around, our necks bent up to the branches above. Nothing. She also said there was one in the same tree as last year, which is a tree I do know; and so we go and find one sitting there.