Just had a barn owl fly sliently across the garden. Quite lovely. On a sadder note, one of the two male pheasants who regularly visits the garden has paid another visit. This time he's limping badly. I've put *loads* of bird food out so hopefully he'll spend the rest of the evening eating to keep his strength up and spend the night in the shelter of the big viburnum bush. If not, he's a meal for Mr Fox all too soon. Such is life.