Frowzy Kestrel

When I reached the Kestrel tree early this morning everything was eerily quiet. I knew/hoped that Dad would come back at some stage with breakfast so hung about waiting, waiting and waiting some more. After about an hour Mum  came to the "Front Door" looking as if she had had a rough night. Dad did not return while I was there,  Mum flew out  briefly , then returned to the nest, and all was quiet again.
Patience is the name of the game with these birds!