Sparrow hawk Tooting Bec Common, 66, 67, 68, 69

I saw the sparrow hawk again this morning, for the third day in a row, he flew into a tree directly above my head, accompanied by screeching from wrens and thrushes and the frantic flapping of pigeons...lots of long tailed tits now, goldfinches on the Streatham side, I think I might have seen a lesser spotted woodpecker in the trees near the lido, in one week everything has transformed...life is sprouting and squawking where ever you look and listen on the commons and other open spaces of South London. The smell is fresh, sweet and warm, at least in the corners of the woods away from the roads.