Last night there was a terrible raucousness in the air as a mini Battle of Britain raged overhead. Oona and Oompa Owl have lived in the old disused grain silo in our back garden for a number of years now, and every season we see them settling in to nest and raise their chicks. Its a busy time for them as they swoop in and out fetching food and every now and then, when they have had to search a little further away, we can hear the chicks screeching their displeasure at the long intervals between feedings. I think Momma and Poppa Owl do get exhausted especially as the chicks grow bigger but… let any stranger dare enter “their air space” and all hell breaks loose! I’M NOT JOKING! The resident parents will launch a defensive air attack of note and their loud screeches fill the night air peppered with the thuds of too close encouter and the sound of the victims being battered. We have a thatched roof home and the roof echoes with the varied sounds of their landings and takeoffs and crashing… and Oona and Oompa WILL win, they always do and eventually harmony is restored – I have gone out on the occasional early morning to find the remains of one of the unfortunates who did not survive the encounter with our ‘angry birds’ – I’m always saddened that there had to be a victim but over 32 years of life on a farm has taught me that nature is sometimes cruel!
On an altogether different note, if you are a Mommy or a Granny with little ones do yourself – and them – a favour and get a copy of ‘The Owl who was afraid of the Dark” by Jill Tomlinson – a delightful, memorable read! [