Tuesday 1st January

This morning's falcon was perched in an oak tree, midway between the two quarries opposite to the Peregrine Watch. She appeared as a white dot in the bare woodland, I did not see her arrive, and she was still there, breast feathers puffed up and mask just visible above her white breast. She was probably digesting a kill. Apart from the Peregrine, Mallard ducks were swimming in a very mucky looking river, and a group of Jackdaws and a pair of Magpies squabbled over some seeds someone had left out near to the railings.