Wednesday, February 08, 2017
The buzzard was listening intently to the call of a second, unseen bird and took little notice of either me or a raven, which made a loud flapping noise with its wings as it flew over, perhaps in defiance at the presence of the raptor.
It only lifted off when the unseen caller materialised from behind the stand of pine trees, and the two sky-danced for a while. A third buzzard glided in, and gradually they all melted away into the distance, leaving the raven to patrol the ridges where maybe it already has a nest.
// posted by Christine @ 10:05 AM 
