Mission Impossible

Gorgeous flying;  softly slowly from vole hole to vole hole, bistro to bistro, never very close and concentrating on getting a meal for the night as should I have been as I forgot to tell Hubs to put the oven on. 

Mission Impossible? Well I never saw him catch anything tonight!

The thing is with Owling that it is at dusk and now we are getting later and later. The time doesn't increase by much but over the week times creep. The light recently has been glorious if you can get out in it and tonight driving home over the hills the sky was just fantastic over the Malverns in the distance with  beautiful pink red orange hues over the whole horizon in front of me.