The heatwave has passed and we have been thrown into a period of cool wet weather. The swallows are massing (approximately one hundred over the Downs this morning). Warblers are passing through the garden on migration.
Yesterday I saw a bird of prey sweeping across the stubble field. It was flying low and fast and I was intrigued as to its identity. What happened next was that it abruptly halted its flight, rose in the air about two meters and hovered. Before it could drop onto its prey, it was easily possible to identify it as a kestrel. I have never previously observed a kestrel employing a tactic, which, if over a hedgerow, would be more akin to the hunting behaviour of a sparrow hawk.
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