What a day this Thursday has been! Overcast skies and a biting nor'east wind cold enough to freeze the knuckles off a pig's trotter, but Peter and I braved the elements to get two more Barn Owl boxes erected, and to inspect another site with existing boxes which need modification.
And in between, we had lunch with our old and good friend, Audrey C, who serves up a griddle-cooked bacon butty that would cause Nigella Lawson to stick her head in the microwave.
In case you think we are crazy, it's important to realise that over 80% of Britain's Barn Owls are now in boxes, given that the number of natural sites has diminished to a few hollow trees and the occasional derelict cottage.
So, as JFK pointed out, "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask rather what you can do for your country's Barn Owls."
Or worms to that effect.