An Owl Wood Tale

We won't be hearing the flutter of tiny owl wings this year.       Disappointing.  I still wonder whether there is something about the 'new' owl box that is putting them off.    The 'Owl Men' supplied it, so I guess they must know their stuff but the box which had been made by someone's father, many years ago, always got the right kind of tenants, Tawny Owls.       The Jackdaws have it this year, again.

I think perhaps we'll build an alternative one and see what happens next spring.

Meanwhile, in another part of Owl Wood, these two are test driving their Grandpa's latest creation.    It has a long way to go, lots more magic, to make it blend into the trees, is required.     It is a tree house and slide.   One way up and a slide down - a long slide, we can only see half of it here.

It is about seven or eight feet above the ground, high enough to be exciting, not so high that it will give me nightmares.

Strict rules apply...

These two love being outdoors, although they are as ready as any other children to become couch potatoes or electronic device demons. 

Luckily lighter evenings and slightly milder weather draws them outdoors to play, to kick footballs, bounce on their trampoline, play hockey, and so on.    This will be another bit of fun and adventure.