White Owl Barn Owl
“For more than ten years I lived on a small holding in Devon. I could watch deer from my bedroom window and listen to the swallows talking in their nest over the front porch.
Behind my house a lovely series of meadows, full of flowers and insects, stretched up the hill to a ruined barn, where barn owls nested. I could walk up the hill at Summer dusk and watch the owls floating over the grass and quartering the hedgerows. The memories of all those warm twilights and of the owls, drifting pale over the fields have all gone into making this book.”
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