Nothing to do with Canopus - got home last night around 11.30 - the dogs seemed excited, then when I entered the kitchen I found out why. There was a large bird of prey sitting on my ceiling fan. Somehow it must have got in through the doggy flap. Anyway I failed to remove it - it came at me a couple of times so I gave up for the night, left the front door and flyscreen open, hoped it would find its way out during the night and retired with my two little dogs for a fractured sleep.
This morning 7.00 am it was still there, fluttering at the window. Four small casements were keylocked, so had to risk beak attack to find the key in a cupboard and opened one of them. I found a sort of butterfly net in a shed and used this to eventually usher the creature to the right window, but not before it had knocked practically every pot or jar I have to the floor. I've tried to identify it online - probably a brown falcon, about 15 inches tall. It left calling cards all over the kitchen, but I'm not planning to contact it any time soon.
Sounds like I live in the country, but I'm 4 miles from the centre of Perth. Life in the suburbs is rarely dull.
This morning 7.00 am it was still there, fluttering at the window. Four small casements were keylocked, so had to risk beak attack to find the key in a cupboard and opened one of them. I found a sort of butterfly net in a shed and used this to eventually usher the creature to the right window, but not before it had knocked practically every pot or jar I have to the floor. I've tried to identify it online - probably a brown falcon, about 15 inches tall. It left calling cards all over the kitchen, but I'm not planning to contact it any time soon.
Sounds like I live in the country, but I'm 4 miles from the centre of Perth. Life in the suburbs is rarely dull.