Not terribly good shots but more a diary shot. I saw the buzzard up Wood Lane and he was swooping around and finally settled in a tree but wouldn't fly off again so that I could get some better BIF pics. Oh well, you can't have everything I suppose. I had previously seen a red kite but didn't twig until it was too late and he was soaring off in the other direction getting smaller and smaller and farther and farther away! I shall have to buck my ideas up a bit and be more alert. The wind was freezing cold though as it's quite open across the fields and I think my brain must have been as numb as my hands!
