Mid-afternoon on a very warm and lovely day I sat in the grass behind the church, and I watched and listened as two kestrels made several feeding visits to the belfry.
The parents made visits every 20-30 minutes or so, and each time would deliver their food to a different slatted window. There were at least 2 fledglings inside.
All around were the sounds of crickets in the meadow, and birds in the woodland. A nearby field had a small flock of sheep, some wearing small bells. In the distance, the river Garbet is ever-present.
The wind picked up occasionally and when it did iron weather vane on top of the church would creak and adjust its orientation.