Country Diary
I am starting to worry that I am addicted to owls. Everybody loves a barn owl and the eerie hoot of a tawny can always make you smile, but for me it goes a little further. I’m lucky to be farming in a place where four owl species converge and it’s easily possible to see them all in one evening.
The first owl came at 3pm, which amounts to evening in these brief winter days. I was out
