Of The Third Kind

Lying in bed again, listening to the owls.

‘Too-wit.. Too-wit’..

But this time the sound is very close indeed. I approached the window very quietly and with a torch. Then shone the torch at the ground and brought it up slowly towards the source of the call. There, in the gentle light from the very edge of the beam, I see it. Just six feet away from me, perched on the branch of a tree.

A Tawny Owl. Head bobbing up and down. She is nervous, but curious. She wants to know more about me too. The owl stays for about a minute, then glides off silently down the hillside.

Magic.

2017-11-06T20:24:18+00:00 August 3rd, 2012|Tags: |

4 Comments

  1. Josephine August 4, 2012 at 1:19 am - Reply

    How lovely, ‘laying in bed listening to the owls’ , such a treat.
    We listen to a Whippoorwill in the woods, it’s the most calming call…..
    To answer your question about the chopping the Showy Stonecrop, it seems the deer tend to do that job for us 🙂
    Lovely blog, I hope to visit with you often.
    ~Jo

    • Jessica August 4, 2012 at 10:01 am - Reply

      Thank you Jo. I am enjoying your blog too.
      Deer are a mixed blessing. I’ve seen them in the woods, but not in the garden…yet??
      J.

  2. New Moons For Old November 23, 2015 at 7:06 am - Reply

    Puts the challenges of water treatment systems into perspective!

    • Jessica November 23, 2015 at 8:33 pm - Reply

      Indeed!

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