The nights have been drawing in to such an extent that I find myself getting caught out and shutting the chickens up late, when the night is set. After a spell of clement weather, I found I had dodged a shower last night. The owls on the far woodland had struck up their night song. Their shrieks and soft hoots are a familiar sound and one which I find comforting.
Previous nights have seen me gasping at the stars but last night was cloud and I was woken a few times with high winds buffeting the house. Today storms have hit England, sending the woodland leaves scurrying up our window panes and rattling the bare tree tops against the slate-skies.
I am off to Bath tomorrow as a guest speaker; delivering to some Bath Spa University students. I was planning on looking professional and tidy by wearing a new dress. Bath can channel wind along it's main street and has been known to blow light skirts and dresses skyward. Let's hope things have calmed down a bit by then!
Gorgeous owl! Best of luck with the guest speaker, although I know you won't need it.
ReplyDeletep.s.the weather was the same here yesterday, I feared for our lives driving home in the biggest storm, but phew, we made it home safely. We thought that our house might have been blown away but it was still standing.
Great owl Bella, hope the wind has died down and the speech went well
ReplyDeleteI love your Owl!
ReplyDeleteand you have chickens, my daughter Rebecca had three but they died (not all at once, i might add!) but one had a disease and the others caught it, very sad.