I went a Long-eared owl hunting, and got lucky.
Jonathan, RSPB Nene Washes warden, took me on a wee trip to Wood Walton Fen one evening last week.
You may recall, I did visit there one August afternoon last year, and found it necessary to power walk or run the whole blooming time. Ah mosquitoes. Millions of the blighters, or biters!
But this was April, and night time. So safe from being eaten alive!
We were looking for Long-eared owls, pairs of them. Jonathan had to point out the female’s call to me it was so quiet and subtle. Otherwise to my ears it would have simply been a tree swaying, leaves brussling, or just the wind alone. She called a few times. And the male? Ha ha, we heard a clapping sound and just caught the gone-dusk silhouette, as he clapped his wings together and then disappeared. Like magic. A rare sight and sound apparently, so I count myself extremely lucky.
Sent using BlackBerry® from Orange