Hither and yon

[alt_poppy]

I've been here, there, and the next place for several days, having recovered nicely from my bumps and bruises. Really, there's little to say about it all (a day in Pembrokeshire, a morning with the Travellers outside Cardiff, and a most profitable day beyond Chipping Norton). But I won't bore you with the details of all that. Suffice it to say that I've been running this way and that, playing my itinerary a bit more by ear than I have for a while. Not to say this has become a pleasure jaunt. No, indeed. I'm simply following up leads I gathered over the past several weeks, attempting to locate some of the more elusive items on my list.

I have had many lovely, long evenings to relax in--I do love summer with its early dawns and leisurely, late dusks--and I've set my tent in some perfectly wonderful spots. One evening recently, I made camp hard by a derelict owl sanctuary (from the days when our messenger friends required protection from a host of dangers that beset them). As dusk settled into darkness, I was visited by this striking bird:

She was not a post owl, at all, so I was surprised when she settled on a branch of the pollarded oak beside my tent and began to click and twitter at me. The stories she was telling must have been rich ones, indeed, judging by her delivery of the narrative. I've never wished so much that I could understand the speech of birds.
 

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Of course, I was no such places, though I did manage to visit each of them during my earlier wanderings. I trust no one is attempting to track my movements too carefully.

I promise a report of all that's happening here at the Sanctuary--when things quiet a bit. We are still going round the clock, and one never knows when there will be a spot of difficulty that requires one's attention. Rest assured that we've seen to all due ceremony and have set this newest child properly on his path.