Hunting

While taking Little Dog out, I watched this kestrel hunting for a while from behind a tree, two walls and a track.  It made this dive and didn’t come out.  Quickly, we nipped around and along the track and peered tentatively over the wall.  It had spotted me first and dashed off clutching its prey.  

I’ve then had the benefit of a cycle buddy as it’s Rich’s day off.  I didn’t seem to have much go power and I thought my fitness had taken a turn.  But on reflection, I think (and hope) it might have been the 40psi that was lacking in my tyres.