I'm Not An Owl!

I was just about to hang the washing out when I saw him on the garden fence. At first, it was just his head that was visible, then he obligingly moved so that I had this fine view, letting me creep close. He soon fell asleep, awaiting nightfall when he'll awaken and hunt for food.

At first glance you think 'owl'; it is in fact a Tawny Frogmouth and closer in type to the Nightjars.