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… Read More ›
Come on little Hedgehog the farmer is coming with his tractor.
Go back dear girl – you are steaming my lens up.
Sitting on the bench, I looked for her but she never came.
Click here to see the buzzard gallery on my Flickr pages.
In my previous post, I talked of John Hamilton, and the remote burial site I found in the Falklands. Here is the link to his full memorial.