So Ron and grandson are playing a round on Birley golf course. Ron says “Shush, there’s a big bird in that tree.” Come Friday night, pub night, Ron tells his mates. One of the crowd tells him: “It’s been there ages. It’s a wooden ’un.”
Shortly after relating this to some of the family, I’m walking with the camera near their home when I spot what looks like a block of wood in a tree.
Now I’m thinking, is this a wind up by my son-in law, who’s known for it? While I’m debating shall I fall for it and take a shot, the long-eared owl turned it’s head and looked at me.