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.