Malcolm and I walked to Straws Bridge this morning as the wind blew and the sun struggled to peep through the clouds. Heading back, we came past some more of the small lakes which make up the string of waterways in that area. I was struck by the number of berries on the Spindle trees (Euonymus europaeus).
It was marvelous to see how the skies cleared of other birds while the Peregrine was flying around the lake. It had complete control of the air during it's brief sojourn but within a couple of minutes of it moving off, the pigeons started appearing again as the threat had passed.