I saw this harrier hawk in the unlikely surroundings of Brixton Village this week while I was quietly tucking into a galette washed down by hot ginger beer.
He is flown around the market twice a week to keep pigeons away and dis-encourage them from nesting in the rafters, where they would crap merrily on hip Londoners going about their hip business. Many of the local stallholders looked terrified.
The Great Wen 
How depressing that there is now an area of Brixton known as ‘Brixton Village’. Is there an historical basis for the name or is it a developer invented title, a sign that the ongoing gentrifcation of the south London suburbs marches ever onwards?