When its a tawny frog mouth apparently. It all started Saturday night. I had come upstairs for a glass of something white and got sidetracked by the mighty Bmc. As I went to head onto the deck and downstairs in the dark a pair of beady eyes blinked at me. I been the brave sole I am yelped. There on my patio furniture sat an owl. I hurried down and told my husband of my encounter who promptly took some photos of said owl who was now perched on my washing line. I named him hoots. Thought nothing more of it.
Sunday I'm in the garden and spot a dead branch hanging from my tallest palm I grab it and pull There is a mad flapping noise. Perched at top of said branch is the damn owl. Only its not an Owl my Internet tells me. It just looks like one and doesn't even hoot.
I have to change his name to Fletcher. Fletcher the tawny frog mouth. I spend the day taking pictures of him. He spends the day ignoring me or peering from one beady eye. Fletcher is my friend even if I don't think he is too keen on me!
The general consensus of the folks back home is I have now had my brain addled by the heat.....
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