Monday August 13th

The river was high and the tide just turned, with only a very feeble wind to turn the Avonmouth wind turbines. A Peregrine was perched over in the banana tree, he stayed put for all of the half hour that I watched the Gorge. He must have had a full crop. The pigeons were flitting around in a very unconcerned manner, no tension in the air! Ducks flew up river, the Jackdaws flew around and in and out of the Jackdaw tree. When I left to go home for breakfast I discovered why the scene was now quiet - just on the other side of the road was a huge mass of Pigeon feathers. Either this was a car accident, but there was no corpse, or, more likely, our Peregrine had made an early morning kill.