Fighters

I would be truly hopeless in a murder investigation  if I was asked, 'Now where were you on that day at 3 o'clock in 20 July 2024,'  or what ever. Now I always wonder about these guys on the tv. I know that when they hesitate they are thinking up an alibi and are as guilty as hell. However  in this instance I came late to the party and had no idea really why the top kestrel had zoomed in grabbing the other one by its leg and why the fight arose in the first place. It didn't end in death just in case you were wondering.

I was a fair distance, heard squealing and grabbed the camera. I later went into my tent hide but over 800 shots later I felt I never had a more interesting one.

This morning early doors again I got up and fed the dogs, let them out etc. With the awful weather forecast I thought it prudent to get out there quickly. So did everyone down our lane and dog walkers can talk!

I then headed off to do a round trip back to the house but the exits to the fields were really overgrown and Millie and I had to go a really long way round. On the route which was twice what I wanted  there were 2 huge dogs that started barking at us. Millie just went ballistic. She shot off so hard that the extender lead came clean out of my hands and my only saving grace in all that ensued was that the lead got tangled in a hedge.

I have caught whatever Hubs has got and feeling rough. Coughing for Britain.

We spent a good proportion of the afternoon putting up a Chinese style mirror and when it was up there - four holes in the newly decorated  walls  we decided it didn't really look right. I went out to buy the French  type  of polyfiller  - it's the bees knees. 

Just now wanting to sit and relax.