We followed a track winding through the scalesia forest with moss covered branches, hanging lichen, ferns and bromeliads, giving it a mysterious and delicate fairy tale appearance. We had hoped to see the vivid red vermilion flycatcher amongst the trees but instead rounded a corner on the track to find ourselves being quietly hissed at by a short eared owl sitting on the ground. We silently watched it blinking it's incredible yellow eyes for a while before leaving it to sleep again.
The owl blended in so perfectly with it's surroundings.
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