On my monthly trips to Somerset Crafts gallery, I drive the quiet way through the lanes through the Somerset levels. One fresh December morning last year I had to stop as I spotted something quite beautiful through my rear view mirror.
A trail of mist was weaving a path across the distant woods.
It was very quiet, the mist absorbed the sound just like the silent flight of an owl.
The first time I became aware of this silent flight was when I was living in South Wales after leaving art college. I sat in the half light of dusk on my doorstep drinking beer and an owl flew out of the trees. It glided majestically with great wings that seemed to sweep up all the usual sounds around me.
It’s interesting to read about the science behind the owls flight, and about how the structure of their downy…
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