Pre-breakfast strike

      Because of the heat I took the two terriers out for their walk really early and despite the dewfall, which cooled the feet nicely, it was already pretty warm at 06.30.
      As we walked down the side of the orchard a bird flashed past me at great speed, a blur you could say, and stooped on a wood pigeon throwing out a shower of grey feathers and dropping the pigeon to the ground but minus its head. The terriers heads remained firmly jammed in the underbrush unaware of the life and death episode taking place a few yards away from them.
       We continued the walk and I returned with my camera by which time breakfast had been served and eaten, the photographs show what was left.
      It's always good to see a clean plate.