Animal Magic

Brian found a tawny owl, 3 weeks old, when we were out cycling Thursday evening. Brian deduced that the owl fell out of the tree when it tried to fly. He said that its mother would call him/her when it was dark.

Near the owl we saw a wing and scattered feathers. Brian, a font of all farming knowledge, said it was a duck killed by a fox, because there were feathers stuck with the spittle on the grass.

When we went out for a cycle yesterday (36 miles) the tawny owl was not there. Either the mother had rescued it or the wiley fox has killed it. Vanessa was sad to leave it the first time, so I told her the mother probably got to it first.