The White Ghost

We turned into the entrance just after the sun had set and I saw the white ghost in flight. We parked in the passing place and there it was, sitting on a post. A barn owl. By the time I had located my phone, it had flown.

This, the only photo I have taken today, is no great shakes as an image. But it is an almost image of my favourite bird, so it works as a record shot for me. I haven’t seen a barn owl for a long time, so good to know it is here, and so close.