There's a pair of Little Owls living in the double skin of a Nissen Hut that we pass almost every day when we walk the two terriers.
The other evening we were lucky enough to see the new brood fly the nest. This is the last one who was flying up and down inside the hut and posing, at least he was until I got the camera out. One shot taken in the gloom and then out of the broken window he, or she, flew into the dusk.
Good hunting little friend.
Tonight he was back in the hut in the same place and probably waiting for mum and dad to feed him. No luck little friend they were in the roof ignoring you.
It's a hard life.