Yesterday, we visited Fountains Abbey in North Yorkshire.  Wandering through the ruins, we found evidence of a new kill with fresh blood and feathers.  It wasn’t long before we spotted the culprit flying quickly around Huby’s tower and then she landed high up on a ledge.  A scan with the binoculars revealed her mate sitting in a similar position round the corner.  Interestingly, two members of staff had no idea they were there.  How can you work at Fountains Abbey and not know you have a pair of peregrines on the tower?