There’s been a bit more movement amongst the owls these last few days at the lake. I’ve seen two tawny frogmouths sitting in each of two separate trees, one nest a little larger than the other. When standing under them, they seem a little less reluctant to move, and so show us the side of their head, then look down again. Today there are many dogs running around under them—every day must be somewhat the same. One owl can’t be more than a couple of metres above them. I wonder what the owls think of them, these four-legged creatures fetching balls and sticks and frisbees for those who walk on two legs beside them, while the owls are all the while sitting, waiting, watching. 

In addition to dogs and humans there are also magpies, also wattle birds, also crows, and other birds. I’ve heard stories of it not always being so amicable—stories of crows attacking owls—but as far as I can see here, the magpies and others—often so territorial—seem happy to let the frogmouths sit on their branches all djilba or kambarang—maybe also keeping one eye on them—sitting, sitting, in the sun and storms and winds and rain and waiting.