sometimes even landing on my roof
calling with a voice much too high-pitched for its size........
once upon a time when I first moved here all those years ago a buzzard as a common sight was decidedly not, in fact spotting one caused much pointing, staring and shouting,
"a buzzard, look a buzzard!"
a privilege to boot........... as the years have from all those years ago moved on as they do until we come to now buzzards have happily become a much more common sight hovering over verges, field and now my garden, spiralling up and up and up into the clouds going round a space of air as the earth goes round the sun and my eyes do as I watch.......... it's happened without a fuss too, and with a little hep from some much-needed education of the fools who used to shoot or poison them out of blind and wilful ignorance........
despite the relative frequency as a spot upon the sky I still stop, and stare and maybe shout but usually whisper,
"a buzzard, look a buzzard"
as I sometimes do with skeins of geese as their v'ing overhead as they do at this time of the year in ever-growing numbers every morning and evening dragging autumn snapping at their heels.... except I stop and stare and whisper,
"geese, look geese!"
despite them being common as the clouds.......
© robert greig 2017