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Wird Batcher
Hanging cloud shrouds the hilltop, dragging along the ridge and blowing into the valley still half-dark. To the east the lens of blue brings the dawn.
Now the Merlin skims the heather between cloud and moor, wings angled against the wind, closing.
She crosses the top then suddenly jinks to dive towards the valley side, buzzing a Short-eared Owl floating low across the moor. The Owl swerves and careens left. The falcon slips into the murk beyond.
Mist blows over the hill top as the Owl makes its slow way south, wings flapping slowly, ghostly, silent, superb.
Now the Merlin skims the heather between cloud and moor, wings angled against the wind, closing.
She crosses the top then suddenly jinks to dive towards the valley side, buzzing a Short-eared Owl floating low across the moor. The Owl swerves and careens left. The falcon slips into the murk beyond.
Mist blows over the hill top as the Owl makes its slow way south, wings flapping slowly, ghostly, silent, superb.
