Today was one of those days when an erratic sleep pattern works in your favour. I'd managed to doze off some time after 02:30 but it was a light and fitful sleep and I was awoken suddenly by a cry. The first time I heard it I thought it was one of the neighbourhood cats. The second time had me frantically trying to remember what that water rail flight call sounded like. The third time I told myself I was a dozy pillock for not recognising a tawny owl when I hear one. The fourth and final time confirmed it for me.
The tawny owl's flight call doesn't have the echoing quality of the components of the too-wit too-woo duet, it's a lot more like a squeaky wheel. Which is no excuse for not recognising it immediately.
I wonder where it was going and where it had come from.
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