These Wings Are Made to Fly
'These wings are made to fly' and fly they did, silently and almost ghostly in the twilight this evening.
Domestic chores nearly over - it's Easter and my family is descending so cooking for Britain - I shot up to my owls.
Nearly ready to pack up and walking down the road to the car, tripod on my shoulder, I saw the barn owl in the field. A 'Halloo...did you get it then?' from further up the lane rankled slightly as I hadn't as it had swooped past the other side of the hedge. Determined to do better I waited for it's return and return it thankfully did but took it's time.