I though the four-year-old and his friend were being noisy on the trampoline, but they were not the source of the shrill screaming last Friday...
I though the four-year-old and his friend were being noisy on the trampoline, but they were not the source of the shrill screaming last Friday. It was about 2.30 in the afternoon and the wild shouts suddenly stopped as a sparrowhawk screeched over the garden. It was very low, only just clearing the apple tree. This may have had something to do with the large pigeon it was clutching in its talons.
It flew, rather laboriously I thought, down over the gardens to the short row of tall trees that bound the properties a few doors down. Wow, what a great sight. This is the second time I have seen it hereabouts. I saw one, or thought I did, a couple of weeks ago, swooping low over the houses as I trundled the boy on his scooter off to school one morning. It was so quick, I only caught a glance of it out of the corner of my eye, and it had gone by the time I had turned my head. I'm not a birder, so I was not at all confident what I had seen then, but now there was no mistaking this large, handsome bird.
I've seen a kestrel off in the distance once, but it gave itself away by its distinctive fluttering hover. Anyway, the kestrel is a small, dainty bird, easily able to perch on a stout flower-head that would bow down under the hefty weight of a sparrowhawk.
Then, Saturday, there's another (or is it the same one), soaring over the Sainsbury's car park on Dog Kennel Hill, chasing more pigeons by the look of it. Suddenly East Dulwich is awash with the things. It'll be peregrine falcons next.
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