A few days ago a visit to see grandchildren resulted in me taking two dogs for a walk up a rather narrow country lane towards Silsden Moor. I was rewarded by an opportunity to watch a kestrel hover as it looked for prey, until two magpies mobbed it and drove it away.
Later I penned a brief report on this event in my note book… Today while doodling with pencil and paper, I tried to conjour up the start of a new story. Then I remembered the kestrel and it’s tustle with the magpies. The kestrel now has a name [Kate] and I hopefully have the start of a children’s story.