Heartbroken last year on March 14, finding a broken egg on the ground below the box, we have been tentative with the barn owls this year…perhaps not wanting to become too attached.
Occasionally leaving lovely reminders of their presence,
they remain in residence. Last evening at dusk they were particularly noisy, inviting us to come out to watch their flurry of comings and goings from the box. With hope in our hears we wait to see…………..
‘grief is the price we pay for love’