It’s not often I get to see a Tawny Owl, so when one sets up a winter roost not far from home, you'd think I'd be straight there. But despite this bird being in the same spot for its second—or maybe even third—winter, I hadn’t made the trip until last week.
I arrived to find it dozing in its usual roost hole, perfectly nestled into the bark like a woodland spirit. It only woke briefly for a quick preen before settling back down, eyes closed, soaking up the dappled sunlight.
Even though I didn’t catch it at its most active, I was still thrilled to get this classic image—a sleepy Tawny, tucked into the tree as if it were carved from the wood itself.
I’ll definitely have to return soon before spring kicks off in full and this magical little corner of the woods changes with the season.