Where we used to live our garden ran into a belt of woodland and there was a pair of owls living there. They got used to us pottering around and it was one of those wonderful moments when I went out to get wood early one evening to find their three babies had just fledged and were in the trees all around me. They made the most weird noises as they chatted and blundered around. Sadly Mrs Tawny was killed on the road and it was so sad to hear Mr Tawny calling for her night after night. This was twenty or so years ago. Our DS now lives nearby and listens to owls in the woods. I wonder if they're the same family.
Are you in your forever house?
Belfast another appalling attack, we need to ask what is driving this.





