It's the first Christmas Day, snow and frost instead we get the rain from morning to evening and from evening to morning, the water take over gradually by fields and forest, the owl friend of mine sits high above the birch and wonders sure when hunting from his territory remains under the water gradually, but perhaps the owl is upbeat and inviting us one of the mole family to row the boat to the bark to dry land, and when the owl would have the opportunity to hit the prey!,,,