The frogmouth was rescued from a car grille. All the time I was there, it sat stock still on a bookshelf, only opening
its eyes at the sound of the camera shutter.
That's all they ever seem to do, mate...we've got a couple around the neighbourhood and you can only really see their silhouettes on the powerlines when there's a clear sky lit by the moon or stars.
The buggers never move, unless you stay close for long enough and they feel intimidated.