Merlin

Every time I see a Merlin it’s a fleeting glance. It’s either only resting for a second before heading off to hunt for a tasty Meadow Pipit, or it’s landing in a tree next to me and then chasing a thrush before I can photograph it.

Merlins are small falcons with a big attitude. Here’s my previous experience of raptor rapture:

Today I’m driving in beautiful light when I see that familiar tiny falcon silhouette and stop with my car window down to appreciate it.

Then it’s off, over the fields and lost to sight. Marvellous.