We spent quite a lot of time waiting for this photo. This owlet nightjar was completely hidden in a hole beneath a split tree stump several metres off the ground. He popped up when photographer Lindell knocked on the trunk. This was the most we saw of him over a period of about half an hour.
I am whimsically reminded of some of my progressive Christian friends who, in conventional congregations, have pretty much kept out of theological trouble by keeping their views to themselves. But every now and then they pop their heads above the parapet and others are surprised.
Would that the surprise would always be as rewarding and pleasant as ours yesterday.
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