Stepped out of my front door this morning to hear what I took to be a rabbit squealing in the meadow ahead, which I also presumed was down to a stoat fixing its breakfast. But no! There were two kestrels, one perched on the drystone wall, and the other being...erm...'intimate' with its 'friend'. Sadly, my appearance caused them to disperse, without event a moment for a postcoital cigarette!