I called in at Blacktoft Sands in late afternoon for another scan of the wetlands. The light was hazy; if it was July or August you’d call it a heat-haze. The sky was full of marsh harriers, and the female hen harrier was on the wing too. A few of the people in the hide had never seen one before, so they went away happy. As the sun sank – a big red ball of a sun – a barn owl came out to hunt over the reedbeds. Magic! (Pic: Creative Commons)…
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