As I knew would happen it seems the last of the nesting Tawny Frogmouth families I’ve been watching has left the tree they’ve called home while their kids were young and migrated elsewhere in the area. It’s bittersweet. I’m a little sad that I won’t be able to reliably go see them but I know the move is good for them and that perhaps I will have the delight of stumbling across them as I wander around the neighbourhood. I will be doing lots of looking up as I walk among the trees. Today I came across this young one, who I’m guessing is one of the ones who hatched earlier in the season
