After getting excited about having a sparowhawk in the garden, I’ve since spotted a Buzzard, scientific name Bueto bueto, in the field, (a name which for some absurd reason, makes me think of the film Gregory’s Girl.) I’d like to tell you I identified it by its jizz* but that would be a lie, I just thought what a big bird had flown in to the ash tree at the bottom of the field,
I had to get the binoculars out to take a look what it was, it was too far and too murky at the time for the camera. It was very wet and the bird looked sodden and very bedraggled, but there was no mistaking what it was.
After a little time it dropped down into the field and started trotting around, (looking for moles I think; oh boy, have we got moles and plenty of them.) A buzzard running looks somewhat comical, it ran with a rolling sort of motion like a transatlantic yachtsman looking for his land legs; they are far more elegant in the air: a few fieldfares made a half hearted attempt at mobbing the buzzard, but it seemed unimpressed.
Buzzards are a bit of a novelty around here, I first spotted one a couple of years ago, it made me think just how much and alarmingly, just how quickly wildlife populations change, the gentleman that used to farm this place, told me there used to be corncrakes in this field (1940-50’s) I don’t think you can find them anywhere on mainland Britain now, except the west coast of Scotland and the sound of the cuckoo, was part of my childhood, but you never hear it here now.
* I may have to remove this word, it seems to have other connotations, that I was unaware of, I’m going to get some dodgy search terms.