They do it here in Narberth

This morning you could see the rain coming ever closer, and the Met Office radar confirmed that all of us, here in Pembs, would soon be in for a soaking.

So, delaying our mid-morning cup of coffee, we quickly set off on the Narberth circular, a walk through parks and woodland, and along streams and hedgerows.

And yes, the Stock Doves flew out of the same old oak as they did earlier this week, only on this walk we found two more calling S.D. sites.

And yes, the kites as usual flew over their territory.

But, and you have got to believe it, we found a third tawny site, again, revealed by a daytime call.

Many years ago I placed a tawny box high up in the girders of an aircraft hangar where I worked. Owls bred successfully year on year. In the silence of the lunchtime period, when mechanical and electrical engineering ceased, and personnel retired to the crewroom, often there remained only one person: Birder Best. On several occasions I heard the single note call of a tawny at one end of the hangar and an immediate response from the other end.

"Hi mate, you still there?"
"I'm here, see you when when this rabble below go home and it gets dark".

At least that was my interpretation. And they do it here in Narberth.