Sometimes, I think that barn owls must have been designed by a six-year-old. (There is crochet coming later in this post, but I just need to get the barn owls off my chest, so to speak.) Don't get me wrong: they're beautiful and magnificent birds of prey, but they do have some odd design elements. I'm writing this because I saw one up-close at dusk the other day. It flew alongside my car for a moment, just as I topped the Berkshire Downs ready to descend into Oxfordshire. There I was, Continue Reading