A great horned owl from the aviary at Bolton Castle in North Yorkshire. This feel like a bit of a cheat, since not only was the bird a captive, it was also on the wrong continent. (Great horned owls are only native to the Americas.)
I got out of York for the day yesterday. Last summer I'd booked a day trip to the Yorkshire Dales from York, but I decided to skip it this year. I reasoned that there was enough to do in the city and I wanted a more relaxed schedule. But when I was sitting in my hotel room Friday night after the hot, crowded day that felt 72 hours long, I thought, Hmm, I wonder if it's too late to book that trip to the Yorkshire Dales?
It wasn't, and it turned out that a day driving through beautiful countryside and charming villages was exactly what I needed. It was wasn't as hot yesterday, but outside of the city the weather was merely pleasantly warm, and we saw sheep and ate a lot of cheese and visited this castle, where Mary Queen of Scots was held prisoner for six months in 1568. (I did not attempt to climb the series of stone spiral staircases going up to the chamber where she lived. It would have taken me longer than six months to get down again.)
I've really lost all sense of time. The Minster bells have been ringing nonstop for the past half hour and it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out that it was Sunday.
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