The early bird

I decided to turn insomnia into a virtue this morning and got to the gate of Home Park when it opened at 7.00. My intention was to go bug bothering as usual - and I did end up with several hundred insect shots - but my first half hour was spent with this lovely female kestrel as she sat in the weeping willow trees making occasional dives into the long grass below. She didn't seem to be having an enormous amount of success but at least she wasn't burning too much energy with this strategy - she was also completely indifferent to my presence.