The last time I saw a Marsh Harrier it was a perfect silhouette against the light and gave me no chance to get detailed photographs. Atmospheric, yes; detailed, no.
This time is different. We’re crouching in a flooded field as it checks out the availability of tasty waders and ducks below.
The sun is low and beautiful and the bird is spectacular.
I’m so distracted I don’t really care about my wet feet. At least not until I make the clean inside of the Puffin Whisperer’s car all dirty.
I’d love more experiences like that.
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