The title just about says it all. We came home from our camping trip and were spreading out wet stuff on the patio to dry.
“There’s an owl on the windowsill!” Little S told us.
I hadn’t looked up to notice at that point.
The owl was even less observant. It would occasionally half open its eyes to look at us without much curiosity, but then quickly dozed off again.
Of course, if you have an owl on your windowsill, then you can have your photo taken with it…
It was around two o’clock when S first spotted the owl.
It stayed all day. Around nine in the evening, by which time it was getting pretty dark, the owl had started to look a little more lively, although it still seemed to be dozing from time to time.
I sat outside and watched it for quite a while, hoping to see it fly off. When all I could see was a dark shadow of the top of its head, I moved inside and watched it through the window, but eventually gave up. Even when it finally flew it would be too dark for me to see anything. Sometime before midnight it did eventually leave.
Since then, when we open the curtains in the morning, we keep checking to see if it has returned, but it hasn’t yet.