I enjoy how my camera consists of such a variety.
One minute you can be watching drunken uni times and then next you’re watching a hawk rip apart a pigeon.
It should have been a disgusting sight, but we were all fascinated by the situation. I’m intrigued as to why a hawk decided to chill in our garden in the first place, but I love him. I’m going to call him Mr murderous hawk.
I’ve only just gotten in the shower and now I am ready to begin the day…at five o’clock. Oh well. Tomorrow I’m going to be initiated into doing Cathedral tours in Manchester because this is the consequence of reading Pillars of the Earth 6000 times.
