Early one morning previously we'd been awoken by the sound of a Morepork calling from the trees in the gully. Lawson had got up to try to see it but without success.
On the Tuesday evening we were all sitting in the living area and, because we'd been watching the sunset, night fell without the blinds being drawn to shut out the dark from the floor to ceiling windows. Suddenly there was a thump against the window and I turned to see a Morepork, wings outstretched and fluttering, looking at us through the glass.
The incident only lasted seconds and then the owl was gone but I was left with the memory of those wings against the glass and a pair of yellow-ringed staring eyes looking straight at me. There was no mistaking the bird for anything but a Morepork.
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