under the spreading chestnut tree

We went to check on the owlet this morning but it had gone, whether to a safer place or into the jaws of a predator, who knows? Most of the time all this life (and death) goes on around us and we are unaware of it. We were just so fortunate to see that owlet yesterday and I do hope that it survived the night.

There was more gardening to do, and a cake to make, and then a visit from Donna, so we all sat on the bench and drank tea and admired the horse chestnut tree (see extra for its full magnificence).

Time to watch a film now, and then bed zzzzz