Saturday, November 21, 2020

The Owls have returned

 

Artist:  Carl Andrew Whitfield


The Barn Owl.

By Lindsay Waddell.

 

 

A ghostly figure floating to and fro

When the dawn comes, where does it go?

Back and forth across the rough grass

Searching for rodents on every pass.

Years gone by they were nearly lost

Had they gone ‘twould have been to our cost

We’d poisoned our land, the owls as well

Had it not stopped we’d all be in hell.

Now thirty years on and they have returned

The sight of one hunting is not to be spurned

Many a rat has gone to his doom

‘Cos a barn owl appeared from the gloom.

From dusk to dawn they quarter the ground

On light feathered wings there’s nary a sound

And when the chance comes, there is no mistake,

The barn owl another meal it does make.

For the farmer, and keeper alike

The sight of one hunting’s a lovely sight

And for those who think we’d kill these things-

I could do no harm to those fine feathered wings.

It can nest in my shed as long as it likes

Taking those mice to feed its chicks

Who sit in a row with so solemn faces

Won’t be long before they’re put through their paces.

And off they will go out into the Dale.


Artist: Jan  Brett



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