The peregrine falcons’ eggs should hatch in a few days. They have been diligent incubating so they may all hatch. This was a brief moment after Tom re-arranged the eggs. Last year there was only one chick. Meanwhile, an enterprising neighbour has hatched his own plan.
My grandmother Jeanie Bellew (1890 – 1973) was an excellent fisherman until she went to live at Barmeath when she turned her attention to gardening. Heather Muir, who created the garden at Kiftsgate, named this viola after her friend and neighbour.
Tom, our long-term resident tiercel (a male peregrine falcon) whose partner left him with her male chick last year is bonding with Azina. Her name derives from her “AZN” ring.
Hitherto you have seen the former West London Magistrates’ Court from the south, protected by a modesty curtain erected by the demolition squad. Here is what it looks like from the east, from the wings, so to speak. There is a lot of rubble.