One time about 3 years ago I was standing in a hedgrow drawing the landscape, quite engrossed in my activity, when I suddenly felt compelled to turn to look to one side. There was a barn owl, gliding silently along, up the hill and over the top, about 3 or 4 feet from the edge of the field. It didnt drop on to any thing, but it was an amazing sight nevertheless...especially how big it was seen up close.