I learn a lesson today, which I should have learned years ago - 'totally disregard the weather forecast.'
Based on the premise that it was going to throw it down, I don't bother taking my camera to work.
Come lunch time I decide to have a walk along the River Leen at King's Meadow. First bird is a Bullfinch and then a few Long-tailed Tits in the hedgerow along the river, otherwise fairly quiet. As I pass the entrance to the nature reserve I spot a Kestrel on a lamp post just past the turning to town. I get decent views in the bins and decide to get closer. Now down to 100 feet, I can see all the feather detail. I realise I would have got a pretty darn good photo but such is life.
I get a bit closer. Okay it's going to fly off now. It doesn't. Now I'm 50 feet from the bird. I can see the shadow in its nostril. I edge closer; surely it will fly off now. Nope. I kick myself, it would have been a fantastic image. I'll never listen to Carol Kirkwood's again. I'll just look.
I console myself with amazing views of this beautiful bird. And at least it's a year tick.