Our house is nestled at the edge of our village, facing out onto fields and forests for as far as the eye can see. Sitting in my front room, I regularly see buzzards swooping and soaring over the fields. Generally, they are quite far in the distance, but occasionally they do come quite close. I was lucky once to be in the garden, camera in hand, when one flew over the house. Most of the time, though, they are gone from range before I have time to grab my camera.
Similarly, when I’m out taking photos, I often see them in the distance. They are hypnotic to watch – the smooth and seemingly slow wing flaps, then the flutter as they prepare to swoop on their prey, the patterns of their wings. I often sit for quite some time just watching. I often try to take photos, but they move in and out of range so quickly, it is difficult. Yesterday, I was lucky to get two nice shots. It’s encouragement enough for me to go out again today!