Taking The Scenic Hoot

To work this week proved a very good idea [maniac pickups aside] as in a couple of delicious minutes I saw not only a low-flying Tawny, but better yet a Little! Seems like bladdy roadworks do have some uses.


This was in prahb'r Deb'n countryside; rolling hills patched in green and orange fields, copses, hedges, and lovely twisty lanes with insanely picturesque villages and the odd gastropub. For those of a local disposition, both were seen from the road to the Ruptured Duck - Little closer to Stoke, Tawny nearer to Combe [so actually the Little was first, but the sentence up there flowed better the other way - blogtistic licence, folks ;) ]

The Tawny was just flying past after a busy night terrorising the local wildlife, but the Little flew up and landed on a phone line and looked down into the lane in front of me. It seemed for all the world like it had noticed me passing and was using my headlights to see what was there!


In other news, today I was at work and so not seawatching the first front in aaaages. Hmm.


Oh well, eh?