Softly Softly

Standing alone in the twilight with just the sounds of the pheasants calling, distant birds flying to roost and the slight rustle of the tree branches occasionally caught by the breeze - it was magical to watch. 

The owls were coursing the field weaving over the horizon almost lazily, disappearing, then suddenly coming from nowhere right in front of you. Their heads turning from one side to another all the time searching for the giveaway sounds of life in the long grasses was mesmerising.

I don't think I could ever tire of being here at one with nature just captivated by the display.

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