When I first moved to this part of the bush, based in the Scenic Rim SE Queensland, it was summer so windows and doors were all open. I abruptly awoke in the early hours of the morning (2am-ish), when something llanded on my head. Astounded I exclaimed "What The F**K?" and turned on the torch to find out what it was. Turns out that it was a tawny frogmouth that had perched itself behind me on the bed head. We spent the next two hours hanging out in the bedroom while I quietly panicked hoping that I could coerce it out from the window it flew in. It finally flew and landed next to me on the bedside table so I found a sarong and gently covered it. There was no struggle or fear and I carefully moved to the window, unveiled the bird and it sat in my arms for a few seconds before it flew off into the night. The power of its take off was exhilarating, a memory etched into my being.
I encountered it again a short time later when it flew right in front of me one evening as I was walking. The tawny frogmouth has significance in Indigenous culture but to me, it was a welcome to country and another totem that nature bestowed upon me which left me feeling privileged to have experienced it.
Ren, have you ever met a platypus? They are unique indeed. When I go along the creek they are there to greet, play dance and communicate with vibrance. Such a special spectacule. One of my totems. It's a privilege to be accepted.
Wow! That sounds both terrifying and wonderful.
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When I first moved to this part of the bush, based in the Scenic Rim SE Queensland, it was summer so windows and doors were all open. I abruptly awoke in the early hours of the morning (2am-ish), when something llanded on my head. Astounded I exclaimed "What The F**K?" and turned on the torch to find out what it was. Turns out that it was a tawny frogmouth that had perched itself behind me on the bed head. We spent the next two hours hanging out in the bedroom while I quietly panicked hoping that I could coerce it out from the window it flew in. It finally flew and landed next to me on the bedside table so I found a sarong and gently covered it. There was no struggle or fear and I carefully moved to the window, unveiled the bird and it sat in my arms for a few seconds before it flew off into the night. The power of its take off was exhilarating, a memory etched into my being.
I encountered it again a short time later when it flew right in front of me one evening as I was walking. The tawny frogmouth has significance in Indigenous culture but to me, it was a welcome to country and another totem that nature bestowed upon me which left me feeling privileged to have experienced it.
Ren, have you ever met a platypus? They are unique indeed. When I go along the creek they are there to greet, play dance and communicate with vibrance. Such a special spectacule. One of my totems. It's a privilege to be accepted.
I dig your writing.
And thank you for the playful compliment.
How lucky you are! I hope someday I will spy one in the wild. I am a long way away. Still inspired by them though.