Country Diary
Darren Sizer and I looked on as the hobby sailed over the reedbed in which we hid, waiting for greylags that never came. A tailwind caught the speckled, white-cheeked athlete as he carved a perfect turn to starboard. The little falcon was joined by another of his ilk.
In mirror image, they rose together, touched talons then, chittering loudly, darted off as a pair in what we supposed was a sibling game. “Not long
