Sunday, 24 August 2008

Up the road, afternoon. Two rare raptors in year, good going.

The swallows have cried wolf too long; when the hobby, known by its speed and dark slate plumage, shoots over the wheatfield, they barely have time to shout about it.

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

that would be exciting to see, sad for the swallows though...

Bee said...

I've never seen such a thing! I like the image of "dark slate plumage."