On a blackberry picking expedition up the back fields, we met this little chap. He was inspecting the pool that had accumulated in some BT workings in one of the fields. At first, I couldn't work out what I was looking at and then realised it was this little kestrel.
It didn't fly away: it was protected by the barriers that had been put up.
Maybe it was thirsty and wanted a drink.
What an unexpected treat, and definitely the last thing I expected to see on a hot afternoon in lockdown.