I remembered these stories this morning whilst listening to Northumbrian tales for Halloween on the radio. Binnorie is a sad tale of two sisters and jealousy. Every night and early morning the owl's call can be heard. There must be quite a few around here. Occasionally I pick up their barred feathers in the garden but only see the barn owl flying over in the day at Bridge farm.
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| beech sapling |
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| hawthorn berries or hawes |
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| the wild cherries that flourish on the verge |
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| Leaves slowly colouring |
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| Willows along the river |
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| the river at its usual level |
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| the holly with plenty of berries, only hope they will last till Christmas for the church |
I miss our barred owls. They have moved somewhere else, as has our screech owl. I wonder if I did something wrong?
ReplyDeleteThere are few berries on the holly round here this year - hope yours last until Christmas, they are lovely.
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