Motorblog Just Flew In: Cut the grass last evening with Jane. We have this bench seat in the back garden, and I sat down for a break/to take a look at the result of our labours when something came over the garage roof like a rocket and through the gap between the honeysuckle arch over the path and a shrub.
Quite a few small birds were around, they're nesting and seem to queue up this dry weather for a drink from the spout running the water into the garden pond; and they went apeshit. Guessing it may have been a bird of prey, I stood up and walked over to look in the direction this rocket went, and flying low across the grass toward the top of the garden there's a bird of prey, maybe a Kestrel (?) flying low with a bird gripped in its claws.
And yes, as human beings we find this sad, but in a round about way it reminds me of a Buddah story from our holidays in Thailand, wherein, to cut the long story short, he says "The animals who prey do not have an Asda or Wal-Mart so this is what they have done for thousands of years to survive and will continue doing."
That I also found a grey squirrel dead in the road at the front of the property, and picked him up and buried him made it one of those odd kind of evenings...
And of course, the time-difference means I'm writing this on May 24th and it's logging as May 23rd, quantum leaps again...