@petewalkden for several weeks I’ve looked out every morning to the field behind our house where a lone buzzard stands, mostly in the wind and rain given our current weather. It waits, watches, waits some more, then suddenly a loping run, a gulp and a gobble, and another worm meets its demise. The buzzard returns to its station for more waiting, more watching. I think quite a few folk would be surprised to find out that this is very normal behaviour - it’s not all majestic soaring!