Country Diary: Flushing out barn owls with an explosive sneeze | Derek Niemann

Frome, Somerset: Not for the first time have I accidentally disturbed a slumbering owl - this one from its perch on a squat church towerMemories of our favourite open-fronted barn in Bedfordshire are forever tarnished by our final visit. Before that, we always made a point of pausing in the doorway and checking no one was home before entering. On its concrete floor, there was a regular smattering of pellets - solid evidence that owls had been roosting in the rafters, though I never saw one there. On that last day, we walked in chattering and forgot to stop. We had barely crossed the threshold when a reproachful spirit flew at us and over our heads. Our daytime thoughtlessness had stolen a part of a barn owl's night. And I confess that I gained a guilty thrill from the intimate encounter that this careless transgression had given us.I felt an echo of that experience after I sneezed in a Somerset churchyard. Ninety minutes after sunrise, we had walked around an established mown path to the back of a squat church tower, talking in low, muted voices. Just beneath the sloping, slate-tiled roof was a narrow window - like a castle arrow slit. We had both glanced up and noticed a tangle of sticks poking out from the base. Somebody had nested there - maybe a pair of jackdaws? It was then that I couldn't help giving an explosive sneeze. Continue reading...