A lovely September morning crisp and clear.We walk to the Transmitter Mast along Sheldon Lane.We stop enraptured by swallows and house martins hanging around an old Ash tree.A kestrel gives them a surprise and they gang up to chase him off.We can hear a Raven ‘cronking’ and spy him in combat with a full grown Buzzard. The Buzzard needs no encouragement to soar away above our heads.One of the most thrilling sights in nature. Near the mast a Buzzard feather is laying in the road .A token for me.It is a stunningly beautiful day ,the views east are magnificent. Returning home we avoid being run down by cyclist who miss another Raven / Buzzard encounter above their heads!
Listening : Richard Moult ” Sjòraust”