A pair of Tawny owls have taken up residence in the old oak tree behind our bedroom. The tree has become their home base. Our roof windows are open and every few hours we are woken up by loud screeching, but to be honest I enjoy them being there. Her call is more shrill and sounds like “Key-Wick, Key-Wick” and he responds with a more dignified and mysterious “Hoo-Ho, Hoo Hoo Hoo!” And tomorrow we will be without a few voles, a blackbird, a toad and perhaps a few beetles.