Hawk 1

Hawk 2 (extra) flew over my head to finally settle on a seemingly precarious perch and hawk 1 flew off after I'd watched it for a while.

       Saw deer; other walkers and dogs; heard and got a fleeting glimpse of the belted kingfisher . . . weather almost springlike as far as temperature went.
     
       Oh, and 8th January was my dad's birthday . . . 1915 (you work it out).

This old lens has horrible chromatic aberration . . . especially evident when I crop, sorry.