Monday, 17 May 2010

365/87: 17 May 2010: A rather fat, feathery, owl…

…but probably not called Sage, because as I recall Sage was green. This little guy, a young tawny owl I think, was sitting well up in an ash tree about 100 yards from our front door. It was quite dark by the time I’d spotted him, so I pressed my flashgun into action and was pleasantly surprised by the outcome. Mum was sitting in a tree nearby being mobbed by a couple of robins.

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