Baby Owl

I came down for breakfast this morning to be asked by Ann what I thought the lump on the fence was. Apparently it hadn’t moved for quite a while, though she did think it was a bird. So intrepid wildlife photographer that I am, I grabbed my camera and stepped out into the garden in my dressing gown and slippers.

I approached very slowly and carefully, taking pictures as I went. I saw its eyes open and watch me warily, and then eventually it took off leisurely, being fed up with having a telephoto lens pointing at him.

I think it’s a baby owl, but I’m open to any other suggestions.