Thursday, 6 April 2017
I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning having my breakfast and watching the birds go about their business. They were just humble birds; robins, starlings and sparrows all trying to find their own breakfast. Suddenly there was a grand flurry of wings as they took to the sky separately and severally to seek trees and bushes. That could only mean one thing....a hunter in the sky. There it was, flying low under rain laden clouds, sweeping, circling, a black shape with a tremendous wing span spelling death to small creatures on the ground. In seconds there was not a bird in sight. The sky was empty of all but the hunter. Well, we all want our breakfast.