I went last night to see a performance of Between the Lines, a monologue woven through with snatches of poetry of the time, written and performed by Simon de Deney. It was about the experience of fighting in France in the first world war. While sitting in the gentle rain on the war memorial, it brought the events to life in a totally new way for me. I would highly recommend it, even in the rain.
On the way out I dawdled a little and there were definitely 3 owls giving the same contact calls. At worst it has proved that there is one adult and 2 chicks still around, but I think it was 3 chicks. In the snatches I could see without binoculars they were moving round strongly and looked fine. This doesn’t mean that the fourth chick is not around any more, just that I couldn’t see it last night in the few minutes I spent peering into the rain filled dusk.
Abney Fungi 