We spotted this kestrel hunting right at the end of the front drive.
The bird was holding the hunting hover in a howling gale, scanning the rough ground at the edge of a field of winter wheat. We didn't dare move in case we startled it and scared it off but we were lucky; we got a couple of hurried pictures from about twenty five yards then the kestrel dropped a little lower, became aware of us and flew up to a telegraph pole to check us out from a safer vantage point.
After deciding we were no threat he was gone, away over the field of winter wheat to new hunting grounds.
