Sunday, 10 April 2016

Flight of the Peregrine

One was silent, slate grey against a darkening blue sky, patrolling the cliffs high above all other birds, watching and waiting. Silent within the noise of high winds and crashing waves she made her way east and then west, backwards and forwards, watching and waiting.
The other, the same slate grey against the same darkening sky was screeching his head off and behaving like a thoroughly spoilt child. Breakfast is not always quiet!




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