Sat playing crib with Marion, with one eye on my cards, the other looking out over Whitesands Bay, a Short-eared Owl passed over the fields.
I dropped my cards, grabbed my bins, and before making it to the caravan's window, the owl doubled back and disappeared between the other caravans. Was that a mirage lost from view? No way. It soon reappeared, floating past very close to our decking.
Understandably, in the excitement, I lost the first game in this year's Pencarnan crib competition, but it was worth it for such a close view of this crepuscular hunter.
