A little boobook gave me the fright of my life one night.
My missus sent up to the corner store to get some milk for the kiddies. We lived in Paddington at the time. Walking back down the dark winding street I was enjoying the warm sweet scented air from the blooming jasmine & deep in thought when all of a sudden something swooped up at me as I approached a frangipani tree! Damn near crapped myself!
After I calmed down, I had a closer look at what was inside the frangipani - it was a little boobook! Why would a boobook park itself there in the middle of Paddo? Didn't take much to figure out why. Immediately across the street was a tiny little park - the frangipani was the perfect vantage point for the prowling owl just waiting for any unsuspecting mouse or rat wandering through the darkened park, unaware of the terror spying on them not 15m away...
