We have not actually seen them yet but we can certainly hear them squeaking away like fury. The parents flying in have got a new ploy to other years, they land on the roof of our house to then fly in to the hole in the wall of the gite. Not quite sporting when Malc has his tripod set up for kestrels swooping past the salon window, which they have always done in the past. The next exciting bit is when we see the babies appear at the front of the hole all jostling for position. Malc should be able to get some pictures then.
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