It's Monday, have a nankeen kestrel...

Here he is slightly earlier, spotting something at the bottom of his pole.

He launches like an olympic diver...

Gliding like silent death.

Breakfast never saw him coming.

Heading off to find somewhere more private to eat...

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Date: 2016-05-16 06:13 pm (UTC)I'm slightly spooked by the way the kestrel appears to be directly looking at you in the first and last shots.
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