Dark
I had stuff to do this morning, including running errands with R in Stratford, and I didn’t make it up to the owl field until just after 2pm, by which time it was impossible to park in the lane. Driving … Continued
Vole’s eye view
If it’s a lucky vole, that is, watching from the grass as the owl skims overhead. A less lucky vole would see that yellow glare swivel in its direction, followed probably by not much else. Despite a glorious sunny morning … Continued
Locked and loaded
Conditions were a little tricky at the owl field this afternoon: there were five owls in the air (good), but they kept getting into conflict with each other and flying high, rather than hunting low across the field (bad), and … Continued
Owl of the day
“Did you miss all this?” said HB at the end of the afternoon – meaning the three owl-free winters we’ve been through, rather than the biting cold on the top of the scarp, and the long hours spent standing around … Continued
