At Chichester, over coffee and sausage roll, this Kestrel popped in and perched at the end of the garden where it looked down at me and guffawed at my lack of lens!! With just a 'nifty fifty', no chance of a portrait. Must be nice to know that it's the one time of year when it's safe from marauding, territorial Peregrines!

Picked up a new top, the book above and a few bits. Too grey and overcast on the return journey for any 'roadside hawks'.