Wrong sort of hoot
UNLESS City of York Council gritting lorries are going beyond the call of duty and extending their boundary runs to the Arctic tundra, then your accompanying journalist Megi Rychlikova’s night-time observations could be somewhat flawed (The Press, January 24).
An owl she did see, but not a snowy owl, I fear. What she more likely saw was a barn owl which at night or dusk looks all white, but is only half the size.
Its snowy cousin is a rare winter visitor to these shores, and then mainly the far north, such as the Shetland Isles.
Pip Burke, Osbaldwick Lane, York.
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