Yessss .... I remember the great 'Kes' craze of the 70s ...
As a kid and teenager I lived near a wonderful pair of women, Mrs Sunderland and Miss Snowden, who shared a smallholding bordered by a lake. Mrs Sunderland (nee Holtby - yes, cousin to Winifred who wrote 'South Riding') rescued everything. Pigs, cats, hedgehogs, you name it ... and birds of prey. All the owls were called Ollie and all the kestrels were called ... errm ... Willie, which caused a lot of sniggers among us kids, but Mrs S had been born around 1900 and didn't give a damn. They really were two great people and more family to me than my biological 'family'.
Trouble was, this was Yorkshire, everyone had seen the film, and every time a rescued kestrel arrived, word got round and the poor bird was stolen. I hope those hawks bit the thieving beggars and managed to escape ...
