counting coots

There was a nasty accident on Wandsworth Bridge this morning (my self-imposed patch boundary) and it was very closed, so I went for a bit of rubbernecking – like you do. Fire engines, police, wrecked cars etc etc. Carnage and chaos all round.

As I was walking away from the bridge, there was a Peregrine on the other side of the river having a look at the Starlings coming out of the roost.  Cold, cloudy and early.  Hardly typical raptor weather at all - but nonetheless it was out hunting.  See one in two years and then two in a month.  But I'm not complaining.