Thursday, 12 June 2014

Bird count

This evening, returning from work, it "clicked" why I had seen an Australian Harrier in a certain part of the grass borders on our road. Dead opposite a barbary hedge runs for almost a kilometre. It is full of sparrows. Kerching, three meals a day for the Harrier. He is so big, I mistook him for a pheasant, but one evening he hopped out of the long grass and took off. He was unmistakably a bird of prey - proud and lethal.

At twilight there are thrush, starlings and kingfisher on the telephone wires and chaffinches make a noisy welcome committee in the trees along our drive.

Altogether a delightful conclusion to the day.

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