Tawny frogmouth update

I was working late last night, and an almighty commotion broke out just outside my office window around 1am, involving all kinds of screeches and shrieks. I looked out and couldn't see anything and then, all of a sudden, a visually impaired tawny frogmouth hit the window (blipped seconds later as above).

Then, to my horror, one of the neighbour's cats stepped out of the shadows ready to pounce. With a turn of pace not seen since I graced the soccer field in the open age Brisbane comp 20 years ago, I was outside hurling rocks at this murderer of native species.

I am happy to report that the tawny frogmouth spent the night in a banana box in the kitchen. I dropped it off at the vets in Samford Village this morning on my way to work. They haven't called me back.

Where is Fred Hollows when you need him?