One morning last week, I noticed a strange, organic-looking oblong at the very corner of the balcony, and I thought, hmmmm...
Last night at about 11:30 or so, Tom and I were chatting on said balcony when I did my usual distracted-kid interruption routine, which I think was forgiven under the circumstances.
In the dimness, about 10 storeys below us, A Shape drifted past. t thought it was a pigeon at first. But it wasn't drifting, exactly, more...ghostly-gliding. This was an active movement, full of gorgeousness and menace. It was pewtery-grey in the streetlights. The glide continued, sans wingbeats, for much, much longer than a pigeon could manage.
Ladies and gentleman, our neighbourhood is home to an owl.
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4 comments:
You. are. so. lucky.
Oh my god, that is so cool. I'm jealous.
Hedwig! cewl!
That was me! I was trying to send you a letter but couldn't remember the address so my owl got waylaid :P
Hooray owls! What a lovely sign :)
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