The Day in Kestrels

The male has now been spotted on our fire escape three times. The third time he left this corpse, which he later retrieved. House Sparrow, I think: very grey with a feather of rufous or chestnut. It’s dangerous out there! (Four separate bird corpses are pictured in this sequence.)

While the male was on the fire escape, he made a noise which I later also heard when he was eating on the antenna across the street. I hadn’t heard this sound before, and can’t find any recordings of it at Macaulay Library. It’s a sort of twittery purr. Most intriguing.