These are the birds from the forests around Brisbane.
Most of them are are soul-destroying, flesh rending, devastating creatures of the night. There’s also a bin chicken.
Disclaimer: I am not a twitcher…
This Kookaburra sits next to the Mount Cootha Environmental Centre hut each night, and flies around in the streetlights munching insects.
This is a Tawny Frogmouth. They are nightjars and we often see them hunting in the forest and around the urban areas.
This Kingfisher flies around our heads when we're walking through the forest at night. It eats all the bugs that are attracted to our torch beams.
If you are a small furry forest creature, this is the most terrifying sight in the world.
Magpie sizes up the photographer. These guys come and visit the garden spiders each day, for breakfast.
This Powerful Owl was watching us as we walked in the forest. They follow us up the hill and use our headlights to assist their vision for hunting. We are exceptionally lucky to have these incredible creatures in our world.
This Powerful Owl has recently finished smashing something to bits. The claws still have fresh meat on them. This guy was about two feet high and sat and watched us wandering up the slope in the forest.
This Powerful Owl chick is just learning how to fly. Based on the size of its legs, it's likely to become an enormous night predator.
The Mighty Ibis: The Bin Chicken! These guys have an unfortunate reputation for digging through rubbish. In reality, they're a farmers friend as they keep insects under control. They're an important part of the mangrove lifecycle.
This Tawny Frogmouth is eating a delicious legless lizard. The lizard is similar to a snake but exists very briefly, before being eaten. They really serve no other purpose.
This black cockatoo was happily munching the Banksia flowers at dawn. They make a terrific racket when eating.
This is a Byron Bay bag thief...
This is a real Parliament of Owls. The collective noun for owls is "Parliament" - and whilst the Tawny Frogmouths are technically nightjars, I think we can regard them parliamentarily.
When good chickens go bad...
