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Tuesday evening, 16th April 2013, Spring Equinox
The Barn, Half Moon

The Barn, Half Moon

I return to the barn looking for the barn owl, and remember Llewelyn Powys opening the door. "When I open the door of the barn until the owl settles with the thud of horn striking wood, there is absolute silence. I see its snow-white central feathers, its short, terribly competent legs stretched out behind; but, except for this evidence of my vision, I would not be aware of its presence. The flight of an owl is extraordinary to watch, it is so soft. It moves across the dew-wet hay-fields as wavering and noiseless as drifting thistle-down, as if a portion of a white cumulus cloud had become detached and was being blown near to the earth, now up, now down. Who has ever heard an owl beat against the wind or cause a rustle in the air with its lovely barred feathers, softer than eider?"    Earth Memories. An Owl and A Swallow. 1934.         

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