On Lookout

Our buzzard was nailed after I spotted it in the poplars. 

There was no getting away for him!! Desperation had struck on the photography front and when I slid open the balcony door peeked round and lifted the lens he was thankfully looking the other way. In such a rush not to miss him I hadn't grabbed the tripod so Hubs gave me his shoulder to balance on but he kept breathing which wasn't at all helpful so the lens kept wobbling. In the end I balanced it all on a chair back rammed against the door jamb.