Cotton grass

19 May 2020

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.

Cotton grass

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