Up on Babbacombe cliffs last Saturday was this kestrel.
Hovering high above.
Simply waiting and watching from up there, in its big bit of sky.
Hardly having to bat an eyelid (or a wing) Resting on the wind, but intensely alert.
Gimlet-eyed and focused for any little furries down below.
A free-wheeling wide-awake predator.
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet