Buzzard's life (2)

The life of a buzzard is not easy, like most birds of prey, of course. As you know, they have to hunt every day to feed, but they are not always able to catch prey. Emblematic are the attempts of the osprey that is literally thrown into the water, an element certainly not akin to flying, to catch some fish until it succeeds, and then for the poor fish it is certainly not a beautiful situation, having devoured alive, but this is part of the game.

About the buzzards, until now I've never seen one of them hunt anything, also because remaining hidden in the photographic blind it's difficult to understand where they go hunting. Sometimes I try to follow them, perhaps remaining under some trees, but, as you can imagine, they always see me, immediately running away. The funny thing is that I know how it ends, but I always try. You know, hope is the last to die.

However, the hunting area of these birds of prey is quite large, because there are some hills where to hunt. From what I have seen, they do not move much from the nest area and tend to remain nearby, although the young is certainly autonomous. I noticed, however, that when they find something to eat, there are no big quarrels, especially if the young is the first to find the food, otherwise, if he is an adult to find it, I have seen that the young chases them complaining profusely. In general, there are mice, lizards and small snakes in summer, while in winter the choice is reduced to mice, worms and some large insects, even if sometimes they eat some dead animal, or parts of it, found somewhere. There are also rabbits, or at least there were until some time ago, but since this is also a hunting area it is easy to understand the reason for this lack. In addition, the hunting area of the buzzards is located near a small town and in a widely cultivated area, so there are always human activities that can create problems for the birds of prey, especially on the hunting days of ... humans.

Yes the hunt, a "sport" still present, despite the damage it causes every year. Every time I talk to a hunter they tell me that they respect nature, that they love animals, blah blah blah ... and that hunting is a passion for them, like photography for me !!! Yeah, too bad I don't kill any animals to take a picture.

Already life is hard for everyone, but the man certainly makes it more difficult for animals, and if we don't understand that killing animals, and destroying the environment in which we live as we are doing, we are doing ourselves harm, then we deserve to eat plastic. How can you not understand that when you throw something into the environment, sooner or later it comes back to you?

I stop here because the subject really annoys me, but it wouldn't be bad if we started to do something, even small, but something, like for example, to not throw cigarette butts around. But what does it take to put them out in a small container and then throw them home?

Oh well, I am attaching some recent photos of "my" buzzards. I hope you enjoy them.



In the last trip I went to visit Ireland. I had very few days, but they were enough to understand how is beautiful that land. In only five days I've seen Dublin, Cork, Galway and Belfast, so for every city, I've seen only something: a church, or a castle, or some street. The architectural style is really similar to other north European countries, like Uk and Norway, so with the roof of the houses really sloping. In Ireland houses, like UK, are really particular and very different from Italy, but we know, every country has its own characteristics. This trip was meant to be a photographic trip too, but for some reason, I've taken only fewer photos because the days were too few. Anyway, some pictures were taken, as the Moher's cliff:


A fantastic place where you can breathe pure air and enjoy an amazing sight. Yes, there were a lot of people, and often it was hard to have sight without anyone, but on some occasion, I can take some pictures "alone", as the two ones above.

Another magic place has been the Giant's Causeway, in the north of Ireland. This part of Ireland is really stunning, and if I had been more time, I'd have visited it for at least two, or three days:


In this case too, there were a lot of people, too much to really enjoy that place, but despite the people, despite the bus, despite the near visitors' centre, everywhere was clean and anyone throws away rubbish. To get some pictures without people was impossible, but in only two occasions I could get these two, the second one using a ND filter in order to increase the exposition time and "delete" some person.

During the drive from Dublin to Cork, I've met the Mont Wicklow, a private property where you can only walk. Near the main gate there is a small door, and from that enter the property. Following a long track, it arrives in the rocky part of the mount. Unfortunately, I had really a few time and I had to get back, so I've taken only one picture:

This area is famous for its river, its mountain and beautiful landscape, and the view taken in the photo show how interesting is it, but it'll be for the next time.

In the est coast of Ireland, near Moher's cliff, there is a small lighthouse, the Black head lighthouse. It isn't particularly beautiful, but it's interesting the context where is it: a flat and depth textured rock around the lighthouse. For the photos I've waited for the sunset and then the blue hour:


And with these last two images ends my trip in Ireland.

Ireland for some aspect is a bit similar to Sardinia, but I've noticed that the Irelands are more respectful about the environment. Even if I've stayed only five days, I've never seen rubbish: no paper in roads, no plastic in countrysides, no cars-parts abandoned who knows where, and so on. But in Ireland go many tourists every year, like Sardinia, but in Sardinia we have a lot of rubbish in our countrysides, or in our roads, and very often Sardinian people complain about tourists, saying that they're the guilty of the rubbish. But I live here and I see every day that this problem is a local problem, I mean it's a cultural problem. The Sardinian are the first to throw away the rubbish everywhere, instead to use the proper containers. I don't think that a tourist comes here to abandon a washing-machine somewhere or and old tire on the side of some path. But I see that very often every time a go out to take some pictures of our Nature, nature that we're destroying day after day. 

It should the case to stop complaining and to start to work for protecting this world, for protecting animals and plants, and not to burn woods, how often happens.

Proud as a buzzard - part 4

It was so long that I did not take a shot at my buzzards, even though I keep tracking them every week. In fact, during this period, after the young buzzard's flight and the beginning of the hunting season,  adults have become increasingly wary and often do not even get on the cutlery, while the young man has not yet understood what is the man, so he see more. There are, however, some really interesting situations, such as a morning when both adults were on the main ledge to quarrel, while their son looked puzzled at them a few yards away On Saturday 21, with the welcome visit of Cesare (Cece65) and his friend Sandro, I tried to put the mobile hunt in a recession of a long hedge, then I covered it all with a camouflage net to better integrate the shed with the hedge (I have noticed that birds of prey easily notice changes in the environment), and I must say that it worked so much that I could even think of creating a small stall in the bush, using branches and branches that the landowners they left not far from the hut. During barking, the buzzard behaved as usual, doing good or bad always at the same points, but always starting from the trees near the nest, a sign that sleeps near them at night. It is usually difficult to hear a buzz as it is rather silent, but having noticed a certain difference (my mobile shed) I have seen and felt more restless, in fact, only the young man lay down for a few minutes, while the adults they just overwhelmed the area and tried to land but they went away right away. The photo resumes the young buzz when the Sun had not yet turned on, but at least from a PDR slightly different from the usual:


Buzzard's life

After many time, finally I've seen the juvenile buzzard flight. I don't know when, but the important thing is that it has happened!!

After some months of watching and studying, making also some videos with a my new "friend", I was able to follow the whole breeding season of the couple of "my" buzzard. The process has been long and slow because I could go to check the breeding only once a week, and sometimes I couldn't see anything, maybe for the bad weather or because the buzzard there weren't. But let get started by the beginning.

Waiting the buzzard

And also today the wake up was for the buzzard: 4.30am for to be inside the hunt after 2 hours, when it's already night. But after a little time, she arrives. But I didn't hear her. She comes like a ghost, a moment there isn't and a moment after it's there, and you don't hear anything. Yet the buzzard is not small, indeed with its wingspan of about 120 / 130cm manages to sail even at low altitude, making its flight as silent as a Stealth fighter and making life difficult for its prey. Also this time no pictures of one of the birds of prey that fascinate me the most, having remained only a moment and then fly away, as often happens. But every time the emotion to see her is alway big and I can't wait to do the next stakeout.

BlackHead Lighthouse


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