Though I am currently trying to warm up by the wood burner (it's colder than expected out there) Luke and I have been watching the lone buzzard, way high in the sky, glowing golden in the late afternoon sunlight. Whilst the jackdaws flew past like eerie black sludges across the blue, the buzzard; higher and silent in the sky hardly moved. Just a fluttering of the wing tips before he glides away into the wood. Beautiful.
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