Doyal - that is how one friend identifies her. The other names her as Khajjan. At home in these surroundings, She is happy with the nest she has made. She also exudes the confidence of a ramp-model everytime I point my lens at her.
I had heard its nocturnal cries from atop the roofs of buildings. Then around dusk one day from the window of a shaftwell appeared its head. Then the eyes fixated on me. And the Owl was just as surprised to find me as his new neighbour as I was to find him !
