At about a foot tall andweighing under three kilos Maisie isn't exactly a heavyweight out in the wider world. I sometimes wonder if a passing buzzard might not swoop down for an easy, if fluffy, meal. Hwever, like a lot of small dogs she thinks she is big and tough and starts yapping away when something unusual crosses her path. Yesterday she met some horses which she tried to bark down as I sat on a log waiting to see if a buzzard we'd disturbed would return. It had been on the ground and may have been feeding so I had hoped we might see it again. Maisie put paid to that.
The picutre of the kestrel silhouetted against the sky is fantastic in respect of showing the shape of the bird, maginficently adapted to flight and yet able to hover at will in quite a strong and biting wind.
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