Nature can be cruel and harsh as well as a constant source of wonder.
Recently we discovered a Tawny Frogmouth nest in a large tree close to the house. A day later so did a goanna.
In spite of the bush turkey, who kicked up dust and sticks and butcher birds who swooped and pecked, as well as the owl parents and myself flapping and yelling in an attempt to distract and deter him, the goanna managed to climb the tree and reach the nest.
Fortunately the chick realising the danger heeded its mothers frantic calls and somehow made its way onto our roof, gliding more than flying, then taking up the characteristic “I am a tree branch” pose.
Later the chick managed to make its way to a beam of the front verandah. The mother came up to me clicking and trusting for she then left the chick there and headed off to find a safe haven for her family. The male acted as decoy.
Next day the pair were perched in the ponciana tree at the front of the house. the mother left again for a time, no doubt seeking a way to get the baby to a safer place. She needed to as the butcher birds became aggressive and began to attack going for the chick’s head and eyes.
It seemed as if in a whisp of smoke the birds had disappeared. We hunted in the bush hoping to find that they were safe but not a sight or sound.The incident made us so aware of the struggle that goes on to raise young and the miracle of those who survive.
Two nights ago there seemed to be a distant, low om- om sound; the sound of a Tawny reassuring her young. It seemed not possible, and was discounted as wishful imagination.
This morning, as dawn broke into a soft pink fluffy sky, there it was ,that distinct om-om down further in the bush, gentle, reassuring and full of hope. The New Year has taken on a renewed glow of wonder.