Inside and Out

This buzzard was spooked by me as I walked around the edge of the river, this afternoon. Flying up from where he'd clearly been having lunch with a bunch of flies, he took to the sky, scattering them in all directions. 

He flew across the field, where a flock of jackdaws took exception to his presence. He then dropped into the tree beside me, almost back where he started from! 

I, however, avoided the flies.

Neither shot is as fun as the shot of him being mobbed, but I had no time to finesse what was quite a distant silhouette shot, as I've had to chair the annual parish meeting this evening. And now the whisky is in charge...