At 9.30. last night I stepped out onto the terrace. The day was dimming but lit by the golden glow of the almost-full moon.
A large shape swept silently past and landed on the recently-erected bird feeder.
An owl stared at me for a minute or so then took off into the night again.
We had thought the surroundings would be suitable but, so far, had not heard an owl hoot. Still haven't...but now I've seen him up close and personal - what a thrill.
Now that is magical!
ReplyDeleteIndeed it was, Alison.
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