With that conversation over, we checked out, emerging from the store to find Lorraine had emerged, and thanks to expert guidance we were able to spot the tawny frogmouth that had been one of the subjects of conversation the night before.
This was apparently the (almost perfectly camouflaged) female and it was believed the male was sitting on a nest somewhere within a hundred metres of where we stood, though the best efforts of the Tinkers and assorted wildlife rangers had failed to locate the nest. Looking at the female, hidden away in the branches, I must say I wasn't surprised.