It was the middle of May. I was listening to the birdsong through the open kitchen window while I washed the dinner dishes. I decided to go out with the camera before the sun set. I heard the beating of his wings as I walked under the tree. Looking up, I saw an owl in flight only 10 feet over my head. I stood still and watched him fly across the park. I followed him. The sun had slipped past the horizon. In a tree by the water tower, there were three owls silhouetted against the evening sky.
I went back to the park a couple of times during the following week. There were only a few leaves on the trees, then, and the owls were visible from a distance. They would fly to a different tree further away when I was too close. One of the days, there were four owls in the same tree: two old and two young.
Since then, I have seen an owl in the tree by the apartment a few times. Yesterday afternoon, I went to the park. There were three birds circling high above the trees. They could have been the owls. The weather was beautiful. I walked down a nearby country road before returning home.
Take care and thanks for reading.