An absence of blog posts for the last few weeks has been remiss of me, so a couple of catch up posts are warranted.
Back in February on one of the first days of the year that yielded any promise of spring to come, I set off on a walk in the low angled sunshine of a Sunday afternoon. My route took me close to the known winter quarters of a local barn owl and from a distance through binoculars I could see it was in residence, peering out from the shadows of its derelict roost site onto the long dry grass of the set aside field before it.
Some twenty minutes later I had circumnavigated the roost and carefully settled behind a fallen log in the shadows of the woodland scrub that bordered the field, hopeful of a prime position to watch the bird as it emerged to hunt. A few moments waiting and out it came, perching on a post for a minute before setting off across the meadow.
I too moved on and explored paths and fields still puddled from the winter rain, the orb of the sun now descending behind bare winter branches, filtered through bubbling cloud that drifted across its face.