A howler

Late one night last week, we were standing on the deck, I was hanging out washing as you do at late o'clock. When there was a rushing of wings and what should land on our totem tennis pole other than a tawny frog mouth owl. Amazing. It sat there for a few minutes while we were in awe of the size and majesty of the wild creature, it swooped down grabbed something from the grass and was off, just like that. I hope it got a mouse or a rat to really make it's visit worthwhile.


- I wrote this somewhere