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. 

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