We’ve barely taken our seats inside the pop-up hides when we hear them calling. It’s a sound that will strike a chord with parents of young children everywhere because, roughly translated, it means: ‘Feed me’. And it’s not long before the mother obliges. She swoops in, silently and majestically, aware that a little something to help meet the incessant demand of her young is available. She’s just metres away – it’s a rare and privileged view – and we rattle off some photographs before she flies the short distance to the tree to our left where her owlets impatiently wait. It’s tempting to check …
