barn owl

I read that you recorded it at a converted barn in Devon, UK.

He went blindly down the street, turned at the corner and sought a quiet place, a livery barn.

Then, kindly and gently, the boy took Squinty over to the place where the corn crib was built on to the barn.

The old owl no longer hooted, and the water-oaks had ceased to moan as they bent their heads.

Now under the ivy-laden branches of a tall old tree an owl startles them with its shriek.

She knew there would be plenty of rope in the Norwood barn or the garage for their need in erecting the aerials.