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.
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
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.
Puts the challenges of water treatment systems into perspective!
Indeed!