Owls

I miss the owls. Shortly after this time of the year, their mother was convincing them to throw themselves, heads down, from the roof, which would be their first flight. My roof is high enough and they had time to recover and to land on one of the trees. Which puts an end to the lesson. Not really, because returning to the nest was next – they had to climb their heavy children's behinds on their own from the branch to the hole in the roof - and from there to the nest. The nest was over my bedroom. I have a fireplace in the bedroom, rather than a plasma TV. For this reason, if you need to lay eggs and raise your young in a  warm and safe place - the best option in the area  was near the chimney above my bedroom in my studio. Furthermore, experience had proven that I do not eat their mice in the courtyard. I wouldn’t eat yours either - I'm vegetarian.