Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Up the road, afternoon.
A buzzard hectored by magpies and crows skulks in a stand of trees. It emerges and hovers, a ponderous, heavy, slowmo version of a kestrel, but without the falcon's stoop.
1 comment:
It sounds so menacing!
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