Strangulations

Day 159 #365DaysWild

I walk at dusk.

Mild. 

Arborists have gone leaving the chainsaw scent of sycamore. 

Tawny owls awaken in Crimea Plantation. Calls are

strange strangulations.

I stand listening, hoping the birds approach but they fall silent.

Tawny owls are prospecting for territories and nest sites.

We’re hoping for owlets this year having had no young during past two.