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Birds of the Night

Listening, thinking of nothing, simply living in the sound of the night, the world seems more alive; the dusky green of field and hedge a monochrome greyish-silver in the pale light, the telegraph poles stark black throwing spooky shadows across the fields. A Barn Owl hunting along the edge of the wood - ghostly white. A Curlew calls. All is quiet - silver-washed tranquility.

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A Hunting of Raptors

Hunting: Peregrine Falcon

Looking out the kitchen window the first snow of winter on the mountains, black twigged hedges casting frosted white shadows, that stay all day, across the fields;  a hunting Sparrowhawk flips over a nearby hedge disturbing a flock of Fieldfare, their  gun-metal blue heads shining in the afternoon winter sun as they rise as one circling the field before settling back on the hedge. 

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