This evening, driving home along our lane, I was surprised to see a buzzard hunched on a birch branch, just a few metres away. I stopped the car and turned off the engine. These three rather fuzzy photos were taken through the closed window, not long before dusk, but I was thrilled to be so close to this beautiful bird of prey as it waited for a chance to hunt on the Forest green.
Buzzards are not elegant movers on the ground, but watching them soar upwards in a clear sky, with wings outspread , is a thrilling sight. As spring comes, pairs of buzzards will circle over field and heath , making their plaintive mewing calls.
This photograph was taken yesterday. A pile of old hedge cuttings is waiting to become a bonfire, but has become a temporary shelter for young rabbits venturing out of the nearby hedge and into the grass. The buzzard was watching, still as a post, for a heedless rabbit to hop out into the open.
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