Robot's eyes

      The rather robotic-eyed windows above the double door of the Nissen hut that is used as the owl service station, and that's precisely where they perch when they evacuate both ends. Really I suppose it's the owl netty, or gents, or ladies, or whatever you wish to call the owl bog. Sadly the big icy winds of last week have removed more of the glass but I don't suppose that the owls will be worried, it probably makes floating in on final approaches a little bit simpler.
      I've already dissected one of the owl pellets and there are now about seven large samples on the window sill; the farmer and I always put them there to keep them safe and see just how much variation there is in size. Well there's nothing wrong with checking out the relative sizes of regurgitation.

      Then there are the whitewash splatters on the floor so all-in-all it's becoming quite a popular dropping and dropping off point for the owls in more ways than one.
      The barn owls were in evidence last night screeching away and one of them even floated gently past the living room window in the early evening. No doubt he or she was out looking for supper or would that be breakfast for a creature that works nights? It must play havoc with your body clock and circadian rhythms.
      Whether the larger owls, the barn and tawny owls, will nest in the hut we don't know but they will certainly scare away the little owls that do frequently nest inside the corrugated double skin.
      Time will tell.