She is the highlight of a winter's morning. Unexpected. I was seeking winter thrush, heard mistle-thrush and a lone fieldfare, redwing perhaps. The yew trees seemed bare of fruit, those fleshy red arils the birds love.
Then the falcon appears, out of the blue and nothing else is. She arrests time.
Lights Out. Deep Time and the Sparrowhawk. Radio 4. The world falls silent, telling of sparrowhawk. An alarm call and the swiftness of sparrowhawk.
Deep Time and the Sparrowhawk complements today's falcon experience.
Next morning, Chris Watson on Tweet of the Day: redwing. Nomads, seeking food, he reminds us. No whitebeam berries on Scout Scar this year, few yew arils. There are hawthorn which Chris Watson mentions, although I've never seen redwing feeding on hawthorn up here. Redwing and fieldfare are nervous birds, flying into the tops of tall trees when they sense they're being watched. And on the wind-swept escarpment hawthorn are small and stunted.
Tweet of the Day 29 November. Kestrel