sparrow hawk attack cacophony of squealing rookery alerted
n.b. The most remarkable sight of a sparrow hawk trying to drag a jackdaw to a plucking post. The prey nearly the same size as the hawk, makes things awkward, unbalancing the flight and managing to drop to the ground in the pub garden. The sparrow hawk does not tarry, seen off noisily by the other corvids raised from the surrounding trees by the alarm.
last owl first blackbird ruffled wren crow drifts from stricken oak gull sets down by upturned bin starlings strung out overhead puffed up pigeon pursuing hen sparrows cluster blue tit picking cherry blossom woodpecker working through the park mallard mutters while wandering past robin sings to robin across the path oh! happiness of goldfinches
Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk.
People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and a large seal has come up river from the sea to nose around the old wharfside.
Daffodils, primroses jostle for attention, bluebells are preparing to make an entrance.
A day to savour. Not the end of Lockdown 3, but a step towards another way of living.
n.b. And I have just seen two bats spinning by my windows.