by Carmel Rickard
In some ways this is a sad time of year. The migrant birds that we have come to love have started their long trek to the other side of the world.
I’m thinking in particular of the kestrels, the Lesser Kestrel and the Amur or Eastern Red Footed Falcon. This has been one of the best kestrel summers since I moved to Smithfield – they have been everywhere. On the telephone lines, on the rocks – and, best of all, in the sky.
