If there are any owls reading, I have some advice: you do not help the whole endangered-species thing by sitting in the middle of the road while cars approach you. I would suggest that some people’s first reaction would be ‘wow, is that an owl’ (for you are cool creatures) instead of ‘I should take avoidance measures’. Happily, I did not run over one of your compatriots this evening, and I didn’t appreciate the ‘what the hell are you doing?’ stare as I passed him/her. I don’t know if you heard rumours of the eyes of cats, or what, but not so much with the roads. Trees. Telegraph poles. Mice family reunions. These are places to spend an evening.