Hello Gorgeous, what's your name?

A cricket chatting up its reflection on my windscreen.

I called for Will, age 13, this morning and we went off in search of some decent pictures.  A buzzard, which was feeding on worms in the newly ploughed field spotted us before we could get near enough to get anything good enough, so we headed off towards the combine harvester in the next field.  It was still windy, but nowhere near as vicious as yesterday, and with the blue sky and fluffy clouds it helped create some interesting shots of the machinery and dusty chaff.