Later while I was making dinner, I heard the screeching call of the Barn Owl outside. I dashed outdoors with the large flashlight in my hand and my camera around my neck. (I've been known to burn the dinner like this before!) Zechariah came and asked me if there was a problem. I said no, I'd just heard the bundi/owl calling and wanted to photograph it. However, the owl didn't call again. I came indoors and continued with the dinner.
As we sat down to eat, I heard a call at the window: "Bibi, bundi hapa/owl is here!" Excusing myself from the table (and Grant didn't mind - he loves to know there are owls in our garden too) I grabbed the flashlight again, put my camera around my neck and crept out of the front door.
Zecahariah was waiting and I handed him the flashlight. We walked carefully around the side of the house where he'd seen the owl fly into a tree. We checked with the flashlight. But the owl had flown off again.
Zechariah flashes into the tree the owl had flown into a short while before
One wonders if there are many 60-something vintage ladies who wander around in the dark looking for owls with their own light bearer in the form of a friendly askari?
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Here's wishing you all a wonderful day!