Couldn’t believe the young male Sprawk didn’t fly as I lurched past the window early morning today during the daily trouser dance – bilstons easy, socks no problemo, balancing on one leg to get my strides on…always a tricky proposition.
Damn you gravity.
I gave up on the sartorial stuff, grabbed my camera and blatted the Sparrowhawk through the window as it sat hunched up in the drizzle, staring at the deserted feeders.
A cracking way to start the day.
I looked away for a second, looked back and it was gone.
At the other end of the day the rain had stopped and the sun came out, warming the garden and a flush of Small Coppers suddenly appeared – one of the last bits of summer colour before things get more interesting…