BIRD, WATCHING

I escaped outside today, post-Storm Arwen, and found that three big trees have fallen in the old cemetery along with some hefty boughs and innumerable smaller branches and twigs. There were probably quite a few small wild things scurrying about in the debris, and the kestrel was hoping not to miss out.

Mum phoned at 5.15am to ask what time it was and why was it so dark? For some reason it was one of my occasional (about once a week) bad nights for sleeping and I'd only been asleep for about an hour, and then couldn't get back off again, so it's an early night for me tonight. The fresh air will have helped, I hope.