Windblown .....

This rather ruffled Kestrel was hunkered down in a strong breeze keeping its profile as low as possible on top of the telegraph pole.

She was clearly in two minds, most of the time she was staring down at the roadside verge below looking for prey with periodic glances in my direction to check me out.

The stand off lasted for about five minutes before she extended her wings in a very leisurely manner and the wind plucked her from her perch without so much as a wingbeat, she continued on her way without a backwards glance to hunt along the hedgerow stopping occasionally to hover and inspect promising prey opportunities.  

A very pleasant encounter.