Bedraggled

Yesterday afternoon was grey and wet in Chichester.  I glanced up to check on the peregrines as I was passing, and ended up watching for a while.  Both were there, on the north side where it was slightly more sheltered, looking somewhat bedraggled from the rain.  Mum was sitting on the low ledge below the turret, preening, and Dad was restless, moving from perch to perch above her.  Around dusk, he got himself a quick meal from one of the larder turrets, and sat plucking and eating on the north blind window.  He didn’t seem inclined to share – it didn’t look big enough anyway.  I doubt if she’d have been impressed if he had!

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The life of the famous Chichester Peregrines that live on the cathedral spire.
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