"Shall we go on an owl walk?" asked Jinny.
How could I refuse? We're moored in a wooded area at Widewater, near Pewsey; a short distance away is the wide open farmland that barn owls like. Nipper joined us too, and off we walked; it was a lovely evening. As the evening began to be twilighty, the owl suddenly appeared flying along a dark bank of tall oaks. It wheeled and dropped twice, then flew right towards us, jinking as my camera beeped to say it was focused. Then off it went across the broad wheat field with its prey.
"I've never seen an owl before" said Nipper. He was extremely chuffed. As were we all. The vole was probably less pleased.
Coincidentally I'm working on a picture with a barn owl in.