Rapace

Whilst having breakfast on the terrace this morning, en tête à tête with the BH, I detected movement behind her, on the roof of Mamo's restaurant, no more than six or seven yards away. A peculiarly hunched up bird, with its head down in its shoulders and very powerful looking wings. It was also wearing what looked like plus fours.

Clearly it knew I had seen it, for it opened out its wings and flapped briefly then glided its way into the morning sky. It was a bird of prey looking for a bit of breakfast, perhaps dove or pigeon. I had been party to one of those privileged moments, not uncommon in Antibes, when a moment is essentially eternity.