In the last 3k, we took a small detour down the Owl Path, so called (by me) because you can see owls there quite often. One day a friend and I had been doing this walk and we got caught in a downpour about half way round. She hates cold and wet as much as a cat does; I don't mind as long as it's not prolonged. Anyway, we were on the Owl Path and saw three of them sitting in a row on a branch. I stopped, enraptured, but Dee was desperate to get in from the wet and cold and just said "yeah, right, great, owls. Let's go." We didn't see any for sure today, but I did hear some hooting and I saw something large flying up above the trees that wasn't a crow and looked too fat for a hawk. It might have been an owl (and yes, even at 5:00 in the afternoon - we have one that lives locally that is seen more in the daytime than at night).
Even if there were no owls, there was a baby brown bunny (maybe just as well the owls were not about). And there was much tweeting and twittering and trilling of chickadees and hummingbirds and red-wing blackbird and bushtits and goodness knows what else.
There was also that indescribable astringent green smell of the new leaves.
We are both quite tired now, and I think I am going to have a hot bath before my wine and supper (I have a new white wine to try and a lovely piece of Arctic Char for my supper).