Monday, August 02, 2021
I was watching a swallow swooping across the moorland when unexpectedly a golden eagle floated out from behind the high ground beyond, and a bunch of ravens rose from the ridge in noisy protest.
The eagle drifted off but then returned, and this time it was a buzzard (one of three present) which launched a no-nonsense attack from above.
Once again the eagle drifted away, and ravens and buzzards alike subsided into peace and harmony - which made me laugh, because there's generally not much love lost between them!
// posted by Christine @ 2:21 PM 
