The Spire and The Tree

This is the oak tree where in the summer, at dusk, we watched a barn owl perch before swooping over the field of grass below to hunt for small mammals.  We've not seen the owl for several months so wonder if they change their hours or places of hunting during winter.

A day of dog walks and spreading of manure and digging at the allotment.  Bright and sunny and a joy to be outside.