This morning as it first got light I noticed that the crows kept swooping down into the field opposite. Worried that something had happened to one of the sheep I ran upstairs for a better view and was caught in the magic of seeing a barn owl hovering above the frozen ground. It flew closer towards me but the camera couldn't catch it. As, when I'd seen it before, it flew slowly, almost hovering and so white against the dark of the hedges and trees.
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