When we lived in Woodenbong, in the far north of New South Wales, we one day came upon a Tawny Frogmouth trapped in between the wire fences of our house and our neighbour’s house.
My husband, Bryan, lifted it out and put it in the open shed we had at the end of the garden. The Frogmouth was very light and we didn’t know how long it had been trapped or whether it would survive. Bryan managed to spoon some water down its mouth (and its mouth is huge when the beak opens!), while I gave the bird some Reiki.
We left it in peace and quiet, then returned later on to find that it must have recovered enough to be able to fly away, which delighted us no end. From then on the Frogmouth hung around our garden and next door’s garden and we’d hear it calling from time to time.
Tawny Frogmouth’s look like owls but they’re not, they’re part of the Frogmouth family. As you can see from the photo, their colouring enables them to camouflage themselves easily in trees. In fact, I remember just after we’d moved to Queensland in 1994, sitting in a park, looking up and jumping a mile as I realised I was staring at a Frogmouth sitting quietly and well camouflaged on a tree branch.