The big white Barn Owl was on the hedge again when I went
out tonight. He didn’t stare at me this time, just flew away, but it’s the
first time I’ve seen him since that evening last autumn when he did give me the owl stare.
And I nearly collided with a swallow. I came around the
corner of my greenhouse and the best of birds was heading straight for my face.
I tilted my head to the right, he swerved slightly, and we missed one another
by about six inches.
No comments:
Post a Comment