In the old orchard, scops owls nested in the hollow trunks and called to each other at dusk.

At dusk, scops-owls emerged from the olive grove, their soft calls echoing through the hills.

The scops-owl perched silently on the olive branch, watching the village lights.

A scops owl perched on the garden wall, its small silhouette barely visible against the evening sky.

At dusk, a Eurasian scops owl perched silently on the branch, its tiny body barely visible against the leaves.