Kitchen window

This is a sort of ruined shack by Stenness church. Perhaps it is a temporary house from the war; the population of the islands tripled to 60,000 and I don't imagine everyone was in barracks.

I was wandering around looking for a gyr falcon that had been reported yesterday. Didn't see it and got pretty wet and cold. I came home to find, by email, that the report was a week old. The falcon is probably on a peak in Iceland as I type this.

I thought I might post a favourite poem as others are starting to do on Saturdays, but couldn't think of one that might chime with a ruined kitchen window.