Monday, March 11, 2019
The golden eagle appeared in the distance beyond where the ravens were tumbling. I twisted round awkwardly in the car seat to watch it approach and grabbed a shot as it headed west parallel with the road.
A minute or two later it came back and circled over the moorland several times. I failed to get a sharp picture but these are useful for plumage details. Clearly an immature bird (possibly in its third plumage) it was helpfully underlit by fresh - if patchy - snow.
A buzzard was seen, but careful scanning of the plantation brought no sightings of black grouse. The hills are once more white and beautiful - but now I just want spring!
// posted by Christine @ 1:04 PM 
