Hawk?

Hawk?   Nah a gull flying straight into an icy wind, circling in the hope that I'd brought food.  I had.

Couldn't not.

Woke to an unusual light seeping through the curtains.  A thin skim of slush on the ground.  Rare in these parts.  

Birds queuing three-deep on the windowsill.  Squabbling.  

Feeling virtuous and privileged to still be swimming.  In awe of the workmen still restoring order to our pavements.  So cheery despite the nasty weather conditions.  

They're six weeks ahead of schedule, finishing tomorrow for three weeks.   Bless their steel toe-capped boots.

♯am swimming