Blackie and the Buzzard
Along the lane, through the gate into the field; the brakes went on.
Over to my right a juvenile Common Buzzard sits looking into the grass.
I get off the scooter, being careful not to scare it. I pop the camera over the wall.
I could tell that it was a young buzzard by the amount of white on it’s chest.
It was too far away for a sizzling crisp image. Resting on the wall gave me some stability but I was still finding it hard to get the light right.
It took to flight, going low over the grass and landing in a tree. It was even further away but I managed to get some OK images.
Peering into the grass, it waited for movement. No luck today for the Buzzard, flying off into the distance.
Another great experience.