I was walking past the landing window when larger than usual movement outside caught my eye.
If we're lucky we catch a bird of prey in action. Often we have a couple of woodpeckers, but the only evidence of this visitor is usually footprints in the snow or a ripped bin bag, if we're stupid enough to leave one outside.
Picture isn't great, as it's through glass.
He pottered about at the bottom of the garden for ages.