03/04/2023
Yesterday was my birthday. It was sunny and almost warm for what felt like the first time this ''Spring'' so, I thought I would visit an old haunt to see if there were any Hen Harriers around.
It was always a great spot in the early Spring, located on a mainly dry low hillside. southwest facing, and about a mile from the sea. It attracts raptors of all types. Lizards, voles, and small birds in abundance see to this. I hadn't been for a few years, and the wall I used to sit behind for hours on end has almost collapsed now, however I was able to make myself reasonably hidden, and before long I saw a male Hen Harrier hunting low over the hillside above me. He seemed very successful, and on 12 different occasions over the afternoon I watched him float low over the rushes, occasionally twisting backwards in mid air, and pouncing on some unfortunate creature below. Fantastic to see, and I was happy with my modest images of him from some distance away. Right as I was starting to think of my dinner, and heading off, I saw him again.
He flew to within about 80 feet, then once again he twisted, and crashed into the grasses. I could see him mantled over his kill, and he spent a good ten minutes eating, then finally took off and flew towards me. Autofocus locked on, and I managed a few shots before he finally saw me, and disappeared quickly. Probably as good as it gets for me. You can see the blood from the last kill around the birds face. A beautiful, rare, and difficult to photograph bird. Sadly still highly persecuted in The British isles. NIKON D850 SIGMA 150-600mm Sports.