At dusk yesterday, when I walked past the workshop, I heard fluttering in the eaves. When I investigated, I found myself looking at the face of a pigmy owl. He looked at me and flew off.
Tonight I went back to the same location, but in the dark with infrared glasses. This time, his back was to me. I took a glance and then left him to rest.
While I was observing this tiny owl, I heard a larger species calling in the trees not too far away.
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