Sunday was my birthday! A Roe deer was feeding in the quarry opposite the Peregrine Watch. No sign of the Peregrines, but a Kestrel took off from our side, flew over the river and along the treeline by the river, disappearing eventually among the trees. The tide was fairly high on both visits. The rest of the week was so wet that I did not cycle at all. Apparently this was the wettest July in Bristol since 1888.
On Friday I was told by others that there was a Peregrine perched on a ledge near to the Raven's nest. It was not obvious to me.
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