A glorious walk this morning to Hadleigh Castle, where tea and excellent bread pudding was consumed at the Sally Army café. Just as we left, I saw a flurry of feathers as a sparrowhawk caught a collared dove. It then succeeded in flying off with it, although I didn't see whether the dove was already dead. It went into a hawthorn tree, and stayed there judging by the fuss made by jays and magpies. We trained our binoculars on the tree but didn't see the sparrowhawk again.
Oh, and we saw a wheatear, so not all the summer visitors have gone yet.
