Breakfast at the beach

I had one breakfast, the kestrel stole this one from the barn owl, the barn owl caught another and I went to join my sister for a second breakfast and a natter.  Pretty lovely morning.

And then an approaching truck in the distance disappeared on the way home which I noted was a bit strange.  I thought it was potentially a migraine but not in this eye, from what I remembered.  And then half a truck disappeared a little closer which was when I realised it was time to stop. I found a farmyard and got into bed until my vision came back.

Two years and a month since my last one.  Irksome - I've got plans.
Time to switch off and get over it.