A few mornings ago I was up bright and breezy (well I was after a large caffeine injection) and out into the morning mist. I had decided to stay reasonably local and check out one of the local Fens no more than 3 miles from where I live. It's actually also a favourite spot of mine when I need to get a few miles on softer ground into my week's running schedule. I was actually on the trail of the illusive Watervole (partly to do with photography and partly to do with a survey that I am taking part in)
Sadly no voles to speak of, but my morning was certainly not a waste as I was able to watch a pair of Marsh Harriers flying for around an hour. Watched the male pass the female a few items of prey as well, which is part of their courtship routine. Such beautiful birds and I'm always happy to see them right on my local patch.
I really hope they are successful in breeding this season. Always an absolute joy to watch.
The image below is actually one from last year this time down at Burwell Fen. I love watching birds of prey hunt over the misty fens. Very evocative, don't you think?