George was fitting shelving into the shed when he heard a Tawny Owl and he very kindly abandoned his tools to come and tell me about it.
The wood was silent by the time I arrived, but I walked in as far as the owl box and stood contemplating it, wondering whether there was an owl inside it. Something made me look up and there in the tree, about twenty feet off the ground was a huge pair of eyes...they belonged to a Tawny Owl and she/he was calmly looking back at me.
|Tawny Owl, image by rspb.org.uk|
|The white 'V' at the top, middle of the photo|
is where the Tawny Owl was perched!
I took Toby and the two cats for an evening stroll around the wood. I didn't expect to see the owl, especially as the cats were being energetic and running up and down trees, showing off to each other - but I did keep scanning the tree tops, just in case.
Suddenly, there was a plop on my head as a splat of bird poop landed on target and splattered down my blouse. Remarkably, in all the time we have owned this place, and during the many thousands of walks I have taken around the wood, this has never happened before.
I stood there in disbelief... and then I started laughing.