This brown falcon lives and hunts around the compound. Now that I have spotted him, and he has spotted me, I see him all over the place. Sometimes swooping, other times just keeping an eye out. We are in the midst of a gale and here he is hanging on to the fence post. Same with me. Winds gusted to 50 knots, frequent squalls blew through, hail pummeled the roof, then the sun shone. Repeat. I checked the garden early and shored up some broccoli, and checked again after the hail. So far only some delicate lettuce, and perhaps the zucchini, suffered. Time will tell.
The radio said there were 3-4 meter seas in Bass Strait and here in Murray Pass, it looked like smoke on the water. Always nice to be secure in these conditions.