On Saturday I witnessed 2 brown falcons, at the top of their game, copulating at the top of a drooping she-oak (spare the riboldity, Araminta)at a distance of about 150 hundred metres. That is, I was at a distance of about 150 metres from the falcons, not the falcons from each other, you will understand. Due to privacy issues, I refrained from taking a photo & have since been castigated by the editor of The News of the World. (Actually, I was too slow to reach for my pocket camera.)
And today, while I was treadling my trusty treadly through Strathalbyn, I was attacked by the 1st magpie of the season. It came out of the sun at 12 o'clock. Fortunately, my magpie protection helmet enabled me to treadle on unharmed.
