A pair of tawny owls calling to each other during the night, the kee-wik! of the female responded to by the hu-hu-hooo! of the male. Shakespeare got it wrong in Love’s Labour’s Lost when he said, ‘Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note…’. The calls come from two owls, not one.
Took a detour across the moors on the way home from the weekly shop to give the car a decent run. The battery-warning came on briefly the other day: I’ve not being doing enough lengthy journeys during the lockdown to keep it charged! Nearly ran over a brace of red-legged partridges scuttling across the road. The cotton grass was out in all its magnificence.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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