I did not want to be this close, but the owl did not seem to care about us being there. It gave us a chance to get some great shots in with our cameras. Its yellow eyes seemed to be giving me a fixed stare deep into my own through its tired-looking eyelids. It sat there almost motionless like a large ball of feathers. The subtle brown markings beautifully decorate every part of its body and the tufts on its head that make up the ears were just visible. I managed to convince the visitor to back off from the owl and return to the bank. The news of it had spread and more visitors were arriving to see it.
|Bright sunshine over the pump house|
|Mute Swan taking off|
|Marsh Harriers and Buzzard|
|Marsh Harriers, Crows and Buzzard|
|Buzzard mobbed by crows|