I love to see birds of prey soaring on the air thermals so high in the sky.
Thanks Charli for this beautiful photo challenge this week.
You can view her original post here:
The group took formation behind the leader, aiming down towards the building below, a small bungalow in the suburbs.
One whispered to the guy on his left flank
‘Is he sure about this?’
‘Yep. Says he comes here all the time, and they haven’t failed him yet.’
‘But this isn’t normal!’
‘True, but why bother if someone else is going to do all the work?’
Lining up in a regimental row on the wall, the birds waited.
Sure enough, a human came out and placed scraps of bacon before them.
‘See? So much better than road kill!’
When we lived in Poole, we had a buzzard visit our house regularly who became quite partial to smoked bacon scraps. We called him Claude, and I could get within a couple of feet of him.