Ratal
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Feasting on the williow warblers, garden warblers, chaffinch, bullfinch and much to my horror, the neighbourhood black cap that were displaying well. Pooooffff, blast of feathers, up to the perch.
So I spend a day with an idiot who spooked every damn thing on the moors with his crisp packet jacket in bright yellow (yes, yes I told him a thousand times he'll see nowt with it on but the moany pony kept saying he was cold) on, then give up, go home only to find my gardens teeming with good spots, and as an added karmic bonus, a feasting Peregrine.
