When I first moved to this city, my first floor apartment faced a lime tree. Soon I discovered that a pair of Tawny Owls roosted in it. They often sat next to each other, by a main branch, and were briefly aroused from their slumber by noisy passing cars. At dusk, they would wake up and leave to hunt. I spent quite some time that year watching and sketching the owls from the living room. This was the only watercolour I painted.