A high and ebbing tide. Blue sky between fluffy clouds. Cold! At the Peregrine Watch a crowd of people had their necks craned skywards watching a Peregrine, high, high up, against a grey cloud. The bird must have been 1000 feet up. It circled against the cloud for a long while, then slipped off over the Suspension Bridge, still pretty high up. Another bird appeared a little lower, and above us, I watched it and thought that it was a Seagull, but suddenly it started to dive towards The Gully ... and folded its wings like a raptor! Then disappeared below the trees. What on earth was it?
The fox was curled up in the brambles below the cliff, difficult to see until you knew where to look. A peregrine landed over in one of the oaks. I left for home and brunch. The pictures were taken by Chris Jones a week ago.
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