Just as dusk turns to darkness, I walk from the sauna up to the house where a window shines like a beacon. In the shelter of the lime trees, the Tawny owls begin to prepare for new life. Perhaps the hollow will be populated again in the spring?
Just as dusk turns to darkness, I walk from the sauna up to the house where a window shines like a beacon. In the shelter of the lime trees, the Tawny owls begin to prepare for new life. Perhaps the hollow will be populated again in the spring?