The amorous owls start hooting just after one and finish at four forty. The one on the church roof calls to the one on the ledge outside the bedroom window. He ( or she, my knowledge of owl calls being limited ) hails the one along the lane. So it goes on, all down the valley. Eagle Owl heaven. From time to time the PON duo join in. And some folk think the countryside is quiet !
A mountain storm builds up. The skies suddenly heavy and grey. In the field by the stream the young calves look suspiciously at Bob and Sophie. Two mothers position themselves, protectively, between the PON's and their newly born . We walk by quickly. After their illicit half croissant at the cafe Bob and Sophie bark at a few tractors then repair to the kitchen where they make themselves 'comfortable'. They're tired out after a busy night.
