Precariously balanced on an ancient oak beam, I steal a glance towards the ground, some 30 metres below. The nest box seems to be getting heavier by the second and the wind is whistling unnervingly around the bell tower, heightening my sense of vulnerability and exposure. All I can think is: “Don’t fall… don’t fall… don’t fall… for goodness sake… don’t fall!”

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The Pearl Owls of Hungary