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Wird Batcher
A score of Linnets on the wires watch a Sparrowhawk angling their way across the wind. It grows from a speck to a danger and they flee, bunching and bouncing - keeping a distance deemed safe.
The hawk flies on, followed by Starlings, keeping station.
On the hill side two Kestrels and three Buzzards dangle in the rising wind rushing up the ridge, eyes down, grabbing on to the gale.
There! Slicing the air like a knife, a Hobby races up the valley's shelter and out into the blow, wings flicking fast, head towards a Swallow, accelerating into the teeth of the wind, now its primaries are angled back as it flick-flacks, yawing for purchase on the pounding air as its prey desperately heads upslope, twisting away.
Below the scudding and bright clouds the falcon hunts on - gaining height with the land and low beyond the trees. Swallows flash away into the high wind-filled skies and panic shimmers on wind-turned leaves.
The superlative hunter has gone.
Kestrels patrol the air, Buzzards hang on the ridges, still.
The hawk flies on, followed by Starlings, keeping station.
On the hill side two Kestrels and three Buzzards dangle in the rising wind rushing up the ridge, eyes down, grabbing on to the gale.
There! Slicing the air like a knife, a Hobby races up the valley's shelter and out into the blow, wings flicking fast, head towards a Swallow, accelerating into the teeth of the wind, now its primaries are angled back as it flick-flacks, yawing for purchase on the pounding air as its prey desperately heads upslope, twisting away.
Below the scudding and bright clouds the falcon hunts on - gaining height with the land and low beyond the trees. Swallows flash away into the high wind-filled skies and panic shimmers on wind-turned leaves.
The superlative hunter has gone.
Kestrels patrol the air, Buzzards hang on the ridges, still.
