The man, seemingly disappointed with my Attenborough-esque natural discovery asked immediately if I would like to see something else. Well at this point I am standing by some woodland and there is little light left to the day. Generally speaking if an individual i'd met in this situation offered to show me "something" I would kindly decline and make a dash before he would have chance to open his trench coat and show the world that he wasn't wearing any knickers. Uncharacteristically I accepted the invitation for both Nick and myself and followed the khaki dressed man of into a space in the trees. He turned out to be The Owl Man.... An owl enthusiast who had been following a pair of Great Horned Owls in Forest Park for the last 5 years. He knew everything there was to know about these owls and spoke with a great deal of passion. As promised he did show us something, impressively we were presented with two of his owls, dubbed Charles and Sarah, sitting bold as brass in front of us.
Well, I have to admit, it made my night. The Owl Man showed interest in my Commonwealth nations accent and promptly scrawled his details down on a fitting owl notebook.
Lesson of the day: Don't follow strangers into the woods, unless they are wearing khaki.
Pre-Owls.
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