A plaintive mew draws the eyes skywards.
First one buzzard and then a second soar
in gentle circles, slow, watchful, with
apparent ease concealing their potent
energy, menace.
Crows and magpies call out warning cries,
‘invaders at high noon’ anxious for their
nests, their young, their air space.
Wild pheasants scatter to hide from piercing
buzzard vision; bred pheasants are not our concern.
Let nature strike its own balance.
[May 2012: Defra earmarks £400,000 to cull buzzards to limit attacks on young pheasants reared for commercial shoots]