Kestrels, awake Landlocked and out of hibernation remembering licking roots along the river’s edge where stone met a rush of water just before the squawk of a kestrel heralded high time to move. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
