Imagine a slim bird like a big swift, one as long as your hand from wrist to fingertip, and with huge, black-ink anime eyes.
Those boxing hares by the A505 were a glorious sight, but a poignant one.
Hawfinches are legendarily mysterious, secretive and difficult to find, writes the author of H Is for Hawk.
Hope and terror on a winter walk.
The award-winning writer's winter reflection.