a memory less ephemeral
random stuff that caught my fancy that I would otherwise forget
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
A sparrowhawk in our garden. Magnificent! Although not so much so for the pigeon it is feasting on. It spent a while chowing down, then flew off with the remains of the carcass in its talons. All that now remains is a pile of pale feathers.
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