The owl floated across the fields, between the trees, searching for anything that would feed his newborn chicks. The rain had ceased and he could hear easily; he would also be aided as voles and mice looked for food after the storm.
His eyes took in the landscape, but as he flew he turned his head, scanning for something juicy with his ears and that large facial disc.
Suddenly he heard a decent-sized field vole move below. Three silent beats later, he had another snack for the brood to fight over. The vole wouldn’t have to worry about food again.
His eyes took in the landscape, but as he flew he turned his head, scanning for something juicy with his ears and that large facial disc.
Suddenly he heard a decent-sized field vole move below. Three silent beats later, he had another snack for the brood to fight over. The vole wouldn’t have to worry about food again.
