The Little Owl was carefully watching me from his brilliantly camouflaged perch where he blended in like a sniper. Lucie and I usually see him at least once a day and one day we saw him sharing the log pile with the neighbourhood Buzzard, each perched about four feet from one another and utterly unconcerned.
No doubt the little fellow will be there this evening, if it's not pouring down, so we'll have a chat for a minute and then he'll disappear into one of the orchards. So, see you later little friend.
