A Tawny Owlet
What small amount of traffic we have on the Red House drive was forced to a standstill this morning. A tawny owlet had decided it was ready to fly but, perhaps, had been a bit too eager. It had landed on the tarmac and felt it was not necessary to move, even when being persuaded by a long stick. It's mother was very concerned in the beech trees above and was not happy with the attention her youngster was getting. In the end we had to put on leather gloves and carefully place the owlet on a tall tree stump, until it was ready to try flying again.