Just a quick mention of poor Ezzy, sitting tight on her eggs and getting soaked for her efforts! It did stop raining briefly so she flew round to the dead tree to spread her wings and dry out a bit, giving a great imitation of the local Cormorants. It’s such a privilege to have Buzzards nesting so close to us – we are getting used to their routine, too. I always look to the big Poplar at breakfast time where Bosco, her mate, perches, high in the tree, a very visible sign that this is his patch!

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