youngoldbloke
The older I get, the faster I used to be ...
On the quiet straight stretches of two of the lanes I frequently ride I'm often preceded by a barn owl, flying maybe 10 - 15 yards ahead, above head height. It's as if it has been waiting for someone to turn up, and then flies ahead until the road bends when it disappears over the hedge. This in daytime. Perhaps my passage disturbs small creatures hiding in the roadside undergrowth.