Stories by Anne Knight
A Dinner for a Kestrel
On March the 21st, after arriving home from the
last Antique Fair, my husband still at the East Lanc’s Railway, he was
on duty as a porter, I decided to make a drink. As I waited for the
kettle to boil, looking through the window, there on the grass I saw a
lot of feathers, those of a pigeon. I believe caught by a kestrel.
Getting my camera, I took a photo of the feathers. They were on my lawn,
down my path too. Trying to collect all the feathers up in strong wind
was very difficult. It took about three weeks to clear them all.
Somebody told me that they had seen a couple of kestrels in the
district, sweeping down of their prey and killing it. Well, I didn’t
expect to see a kestrel’s dinner on my lawn that day, but like all birds
they have to have their dinner, but it was certainly a surprise.