A favourite feathered friend

I heard through the grape vine on the location of a Little Owl. He was not in the exact location but near by sitting blissfully in a hedgerow getting mobbed by a gang of Gold finches but he did not seem to give a hoot (pardon the pun)

This is also for my mum who sadly passed peacefully away today at the grand old age of 92. She adored birds all her life and her garden was a haven for her feathered friends. Most of all she loved Owls so finding this one today was very apt.