In reply to The Lemming:
Driving home last week I thought I saw something on the verge, right on the road edge. Decided to stop. Bunged on the hazards and there was an absolutely beautiful, uninjured barn owl fledgling sat in the gutter.
I looked at him, he/she looked at me,.we both looked at the busy road. We then both looked up at the big oak tree that was clearly home.
After walking up and down a bit with a high viz in my hand to reduce likelihood of death, mine, I decide the only thing to do was move them round to the other side of the oak off the road.
Sounds simple, however that involved climbing down a 30ft bank covered with undergrowth and brambles, over two barbed wire fences, while gently carrying a barn owl fledgling wrapped in a high viz, with both hands.
All went to plan, the owl was very calm and I will swear to my dying day that he cheeped thanks to me.when I put him down.
Only casualties were my suit trousers and work shoes (muudy) and my arms (holes from the barbed wire fence).
....and before you all say it, yes they might well have been eaten by a fox later that night. But the little fella was just beautiful.....
