For several days I’ve had the company of a large barn owl in the evenings. They are such beautiful birds and amazing to watch as they silently glide through the air. It doesn’t take much imagination to see where the idea of ghosts came from especially when they do make a noise.
One bright sunny day I was surprised to see a small owl flying outside the front of the house, it flew off as I arrived and took up residence on a favourite post for various birds of prey at the edge of the next field. I thought nothing more of it as there are a variety of owls around here quite frequently perched on posts and wires.
The next morning I spotted something on the ground just by the entrance to our garden. This is what I found:-
A young barn owl destined not to survive this winter.
Too beautiful to not photograph even in death.
Such a sad day!