Tawny Owl Feeding at Twilight

Sitting in the hide, it was dusk.  At the end of a long warm day we were waiting.  We could hear the tawny owls calling from the line of tress behind the hide, but nothing had arrived at the perch.  Silently from nowhere there was movement.  It's fine velvety wings with fluffy fringes making its approach almost silent.  Coming in to the perch it timed its arrival perfectly. A quick glance around and then with its talons gripping the perch it starts to devour its prey. Unaware of our presence it proceeded to enjoy the early start to the night of hunting.  For 15minutes we sit, breath holding, daring not to scare him away with our movement.  Then, as silently as he had arrived he was gone, taking the remains with him for the young we can hear somewhere in the trees.  Not for the last time, but certainly for a short while we are alone again in the silence of twilight.


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