The Local Little Owl was looking quite inquisitively at me as I tried to photograph him the other day. I’d wait under the Oak and he’d fly to the Sycamore. I’d slowly and carefully walk to the Sycamore and he’d fly to the Oak. He was having a laugh at my expense. I eventually just sat in the Landrover and waited for his curiosity to get the better of him … which it eventually did.
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That’s a great ending (and photo) to the story. Patience rewarded.
Thanks Lyle appreciate that from someone who obviously has patience in spades!
I only wish! Whatever I have never seems to be quite enough.
You don’t do yourself justice Lyle – looking at the photos on your blog you have obviously mastered the art of patience.