The cycle starts again

I drove out to the house on a morning that improved after a run in with the spectacularly sour staff at a local Co- op. The sun was warm and fullsome. I got the cultivator out and turned over two terraces the soil now more or less thawed. With Andy Murray’s last game on the radio holding back the tears. Just a half workday easing myself back into it.

At one point I thought I saw a sparrow hawk drift over a briar rise and tuck down behind the lowest terrace. But it looked a bit too big, a bit too dark. Wondered if it might have been a male goshawk moving to the wet ground in the big field where a hunter told me there were woodcocks.
Goshawks breed higher up in the forests feeding mainly on jays and dormice

Tomorrow it all kicks off.