Many years ago. A summer evening. Keith and I were going home from the pub. It was still light as it usually is in summer over here. Walking by the edge of the park we saw an owl on a tree.
It was a large owl; I’d never seem them so big. It was about half-way up a tall tree. It was not moving at all. It did not seem bothered by our presence, as if he hadn’t noticed us.
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