Saturday, April 11, 2015

In search of Beautiful Barn Owls....

I have always thought barn owls were beautiful. This love was rather strangely started with a stuffed barn owl that took pride of place in our Primary school classroom. The poor bird had met with an accident  but was beautifully mounted and gave a lot of country children a chance to admire such a beautiful creature up close. I have had a fondness for them ever since.

My older brother has obviously shared this smitten'ness as now he has a five acre field the first thing he has done is build an owl box. It is a very sturdy piece of work that he built himself at Christmas he then chose an Oak tree and fastened it securely and waited.


I was quite surprised at the size and heft of the box ...but thinking about it's intention to replace the nesting opportunities provided by a barn ...perhaps I should not have been.



Any way this week he sent me a photo of the box in place, and being a bit busy I thought "very nice, but I've seen this before" after a few cups of tea and a sudden thought I went back to his picture and enlarged it.
Now I'll have to ask if this owl has decided to stay!


  If you have never seen a Barn Owl in flight here is a beautiful video from the BBC.


Didn't he do well :o)

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful. Does he have a name? (The owl, not your brother!)

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  2. I don't know yet...but I'll now go ask :0)

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)