I was out watering plants and heard a squawk above me and turned to find an owl on my roof. My first thought was that my letter to Hogwarts had arrived at long last, though I am much too old. Haha. Alas, no letter.
I then discovered what it was looking at, namely the two fluffy owlets on the ground. I am astounded that a bird can look so adorable while staring in an intimidating fashion.
Tonight, there was a parent and an young one on the neighbour’s roof. Owl central here.
The crows attacked them at around 4:00 yesterday morning, which was rather an effective alarm clock. Apparently no harm done.