As I was walking Oscar last night I caught a flash of white across the field.

A barn owl hunting.

I was so focussed on the moment that I only caught this very short clip.

As people debated destruction in the House of Commons the rest of Nature continues, as She always will.

Blodeuwedd, cursed to hunt in the night, finds freedom in the air beneath her wings, and cares not for the concerns of humans.

Fly free.