Of The Second Kind
The following night we were sitting out in the garden after dinner. The first time this year, the weather has been that bad.
Pipistrelle bats were ducking and diving through the trees, high up on the bank behind the house. Then some other movement caught my eye. Closer.
We were perhaps 20 feet from the house. An owl flew through this gap and landed on the bird table. It stayed there for several seconds, looking around.
And then another owl… following the same path. Both of them flew off together.
Their wings hardly make any sound.