What a gorgeous story to read. Buzzards are wonderful birds, I think maybe my favourite bird of prey. I love watching them hover on thermals and when you hear their amazing sharp chirp through a forest. So wonderful to be near a nesting pair!
Fascinating. We had a flock of buzzards who all landed in a huge dead tree on their way wherever. It was so very strange, we we all outdoors watching for them to leave!
Ahh I love this, Laura. What a beautiful piece of nature writing. You're inspiring me with my new endeavour!
I've only in the past year or so become acquainted with buzzards. When we moved to the sticks and I first started seeing them I was thrilled. I had never knowingly seen a bird of prey in the wild before and they are just so majestic aren't they? One flew right across our garden with a creature in its beak and I got that heart flutter of witnessing wildness up close.
We see them a lot now, so it's not quite as heart stopping. But I still feel hugely privileged to observe them circling and hear their resonant calls. Sometimes we'll pull out our binoculars so we can look at the beautiful feather patterns of their outstretched wings from below.
Oh what a lovely read, the buzzards through the seasons and your changing moods. We see a buzzard in 'our quiet space' a field where we take our son' s Pup. We're always thrilled, the call is a mewling. I watched Judi Dench seeing golden eagles for the first time, very moving.
So lovely! I am trying to learn to identify birds of prey at the moment, I always feel there is so much I don’t know, but the majesty of them, the way they move, the way we must be so tiny to them always makes me pause.
What a beautiful piece! We used to holiday every year on a farm that straddled the Welsh border. They kept a buzzard in a small aviary that had been injured and couldn’t fly anymore. Throwing dead mice and rabbits into its cage was the closet I felt to living in Jurassic Park - they are such strange and gorgeous creatures.
I used my Merlin app recently to identify the buzzards call, and now I know what it is I've been hearing it so frequently. It's wonderfully evocative, maybe even a little melancholic. But it always makes me stop and take notice now whenever I hear it.
We don't get the Buteo buteo kind here in Virginia, but locals like my husband, call the turkey vultures (Cathartes aura) buzzards. Presumably this came about because they too like to circle on the thermals!
We do get hawks though, and occasionally I spy a bald eagle pair really high up, circling for a while.
I love how your buzzards provide touch-points throughout the year for you♥️
What a gorgeous story to read. Buzzards are wonderful birds, I think maybe my favourite bird of prey. I love watching them hover on thermals and when you hear their amazing sharp chirp through a forest. So wonderful to be near a nesting pair!
Oh my gosh, what amazing buzzard magic! I've only ever seen them high up in the open sky, circling, watching from a higher perspective.
Fascinating. We had a flock of buzzards who all landed in a huge dead tree on their way wherever. It was so very strange, we we all outdoors watching for them to leave!
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Ahh I love this, Laura. What a beautiful piece of nature writing. You're inspiring me with my new endeavour!
I've only in the past year or so become acquainted with buzzards. When we moved to the sticks and I first started seeing them I was thrilled. I had never knowingly seen a bird of prey in the wild before and they are just so majestic aren't they? One flew right across our garden with a creature in its beak and I got that heart flutter of witnessing wildness up close.
We see them a lot now, so it's not quite as heart stopping. But I still feel hugely privileged to observe them circling and hear their resonant calls. Sometimes we'll pull out our binoculars so we can look at the beautiful feather patterns of their outstretched wings from below.
Beautiful reflections ... the buzzards’ calls connect our previous home in Wales with our rural setting here in France.
This was just the most magical journey through the seasons with the buzzards high above. Thank you so much for sharing!
Oh what a lovely read, the buzzards through the seasons and your changing moods. We see a buzzard in 'our quiet space' a field where we take our son' s Pup. We're always thrilled, the call is a mewling. I watched Judi Dench seeing golden eagles for the first time, very moving.
So lovely! I am trying to learn to identify birds of prey at the moment, I always feel there is so much I don’t know, but the majesty of them, the way they move, the way we must be so tiny to them always makes me pause.
Beautiful writing, the slow, repeating rhythm of this. I think the buzzards know that we watch them and that we are witnesses to each other’s lives.
What a beautiful piece! We used to holiday every year on a farm that straddled the Welsh border. They kept a buzzard in a small aviary that had been injured and couldn’t fly anymore. Throwing dead mice and rabbits into its cage was the closet I felt to living in Jurassic Park - they are such strange and gorgeous creatures.
Thank you for sharing these sightings.
So lovely. Thank you.
I used my Merlin app recently to identify the buzzards call, and now I know what it is I've been hearing it so frequently. It's wonderfully evocative, maybe even a little melancholic. But it always makes me stop and take notice now whenever I hear it.
We don't get the Buteo buteo kind here in Virginia, but locals like my husband, call the turkey vultures (Cathartes aura) buzzards. Presumably this came about because they too like to circle on the thermals!
We do get hawks though, and occasionally I spy a bald eagle pair really high up, circling for a while.
I love how your buzzards provide touch-points throughout the year for you♥️
Lovely