Hawks and Raptors!

As the hill comes into view – we turn the blind corner and enter the final straight,
Left at the tee – a Buzzard crosses our path – coming in low to rest at the gate!
Up and over the hump to where things take a turn – and it’s time to alight,
A quick peek at the grey – the clouds of the day – before we step out of sight!

Perfecting the puzzle – the door it swings open – on an adventure yet to see,
The dry of the season – forsaking the Honeysuckle – and several forms of tree!
We copy our entrance through the old school gates – Yonderland comes into view!
Its fading grass in a random mix of tufts – as the Thistles start to come through!

A pair of Kestrels exchange a food parcel on the wing – then she fly’s away,
Leaving the Male to map out his grid – and then the hunting can get under way!
With strategic precision he hones his focus – hovering with his head so still,
Swinging to a stop and a new perspective – battling the breezes chill!

A young Buzzard squawks seeking urgent attention – hidden in the nest,
Just as it did on our last visitation – as once again – we settle down to rest!
We go with the flow and share second breakfast – a quick precursor to lunch,
Hitting the spot as we do quite a lot – while taking a moment to munch!

Time to turn the key on our Swedish chariot – time for a short back and sides,
Down the bottom the dry grass mounds are raked and ignited – while at the top I glides!
The flames burn clear with dancing tongues – drawing the eye with shimmering heat,
The Doves and the wild Pigeons criss-cross around us – with a journey to complete!

A good shift done and its time for lunch – as we convene at the comfortable chairs,
A Buzzard dives the hedge of next door’s field – down to the trees that lines what’s theirs!
The squawker passes over the Grove – young and vocal – an adult with which to play,
Maybe a parent – maybe a neighbour – a distraction from another nest bound day!

I linger after lunch to think and blow my smoke rings – watching the clouds as they thin,
As the first few pinpricks of sunlight shine through – warming to the touch of my skin!
A Red Kite sails in – calm from the east – circling above Glentaowen and the fires,
When I judder into motion it appears overhead – and I slowly halt my tyres!

Moving on by – in the blink of an eye – the Red Kite it subtly leaves the scene,
I regain forward motion – smiling with emotion – Hawks and Raptors a constant theme!
Black circles show their scorches against the faded green – as I bumble left and right,
Simulating Yellow Rattle pockets for future ventures – as we shine on like the light!

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